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  Reviewer's Choice Award, 5 Stars!

  "Believe in vampires? Creatures of the night? They can suck the life out of their victims and bring terror in the wake of their attacks. Once you've read Tony Ruggiero's newest horror thriller, Team of Darkness, you will. Ruggiero brings us on a hyper-coaster ride using his 23 years in the US Navy, to write a hypnotic plot about a nest of vampires used by a United States Navy general to fight the War on Drugs. So wait until dusk, and under the cover of night, Team of Darkness will mesmerize you with its realism and fluid writing style. And maybe, just maybe make you wish they come to your city."

  ~Michael L. Thal, Scribes World Reviews

  "Tony Ruggiero delivers an entertaining and surprisingly compelling novel. I was especially impressed with his handling of military details. He gives the reader enough information without overdoing the technicalities. Team of Darkness has that cool Commando type feel (think Wolf's Hour on a smaller scale) to it. I found myself really wanting to find out what happens in the next chapter. Ruggiero writes with a skilled seamless style that makes Team of Darkness a real find."

  ~Paukla Sahraoul, Horror World Review

  4 Stars!

  "If you believe or even just like to read about vampires,

  this book may make you think about all the what ifs."

  ~Carol Castellanos, SimeGen Book Reviews

  "Ruggiero wields his proven literary skills and personal military knowledge with the deftness of a seasoned piercing of the jugular. Realistic settings and life-filled characters, plus an in-depth and sympathetic view of the vampires, makes Team of Darkness required reading for all fans of horror."

  ~John Patrick Schmitz, The Door to Worlds Imagined

  "Tony Ruggiero served 23 years in the US Navy, and he has made excellent use of his experiences in this book. The characters and organization in this novel are entertaining, believable and very consistent. Add to this a very easy to read writing style and there's a lot to recommend in this novel. I'm not the most frequent horror reader as I often find there can be too much of a reliance on gore to shock the reader, but that is not the case here. This is simply a well-constructed, tightly plotted,

  fun to read novel."

  ~Steve Mazey, The Eternal Night Science Fiction,

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  "Team of Darkness is a thoroughly entertaining adventure novel that will appeal to both fans of that genre and readers of fantasy who like a bit of thought with their action. And, though it seems all the dilemmas the characters face are completely resolved, there seems to be an underlying hint that there is more to come. One can only hope."

  ~Elizabeth K Burton, The Blue Iris Journal 5/02

  "Anne Rice never gave me nightmares but Tony Ruggiero does. Team of Darkness is the first book I've had to read during the day! Thanks Tony, for a refreshingly new slant on the vampire culture."

  ~Vickie Littleton ~Reader

  "Excellent Horror Read!—Very Highly Recommended. Tony Ruggiero blends spine-chilling descriptions and philosophical dialogue in a most horrific and entertaining way. Heart-pounding action starts from the beginning and never ceases till the end. If any book should be a horror movie, Ruggiero's should; for the story is one that will keep movie-goers glued to the screen. Hopefully, Ruggiero will pleasure his book-reading fans (like me) by writing a sequel to Team of Darkness."

  ~Patricia Spork, Word Weaving Book Review

  "I am a fan of vampire stories and I really enjoyed this radically different approach to vampires and to vampire stories. Tony Ruggiero has managed to create chillingly inhuman vampires and yet despite of that you end up rooting for them as they battle against the cold inhumanity of the military. He raises some interesting questions of morality, both among the vampires and the military that would use them."

  ~Linda Suzane, www.midnightblood.com

  "Team of Darkness is a subtle, gothic, and intelligent novel; and an interesting addition to the military horror genre."

  ~Mike Purfield, B-independent.com Book Review

  OPERATION:

  Immortal Servitude

  From the Declassified Files of

  Team of Darkness

  Tony Ruggiero

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  Copyright © 2007 Tony Ruggiero

  Cover Art © 2007 Eric Gooch

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  OPERATION:

  Immortal Servitude

  From the Declassified Files of

  Team of Darkness

  Tony Ruggiero

  www.dragonmoonpress.com

  Dedication

  This book is sincerely

  dedicated to those

  people that:

  had faith in me to

  write it,

  helped me complete

  it and will get

  enjoyment from it.

  "There are always choices, Commander Reese. No one knows that better than I do. However, it's what we do with those choices that truly defines our existence."

  ~The Vampire Dimitri

  "Death is better than defeat. Defeat you have to live with."

  ~Navy SEAL Compound-NAB Little Creek

  "If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle

  us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die?

  And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?"

  ~William Shakespeare

  Author's Note

  In 2002 I published Team of Darkness and since then if anyone sees me they say, “there he is ... the vampire guy.” No matter what else I write, I'm stuck with the vampire writer label. It'll probably end up on my tombstone.

  Readers have asked, well more like demanded actually, that I continue the story of Navy Commander John Reese and
the vampire Dimitri and add more “meat” to it. For those comments I am eternally grateful because it reaffirms that so many people enjoyed the original story to demand more. Well I am happy to say ... here you are!

  Operation Immortal Servitude is Team of Darkness with more meat added to it. How much meat you ask-well about 80 pages or so. So if you have read Team of Darkness you will find that material within the pages of this book, but more importantly this “revamped” version sets the stage (how's that for a tease) for the series of books to follow.

  Book II: Operation: Save the Innocent

  Book III: Operation: Face the Fear

  Book IV: Operation: End Game

  I look forward to continuing the story of John Reese and the vampire Dimitri both because I enjoy it, and because you, the reader, wants it and that makes everything just right.

  Happy reading and remember to keep the lights on.

  Tony Ruggiero, 2007

  Prologue

  Dear J:

  It's late. We should be arriving soon at our destination. I have a feeling that I won't survive this night. The enemy (whoever that may be) will probably kill me. I know it sounds strange that I, a Navy officer with over twenty years of service, say whoever the enemy is as if I do not know, but that is the truth. I no longer know who I can trust and that includes the ... men I lead. I call them men but they aren't really men anymore. They are something else—they are creatures that—well I am not sure if they should be revered or despised? I know it sounds strange, but if I could answer that question I would have been smart enough to not be where I am today. But like my superiors, I was blinded by my personal desires. Now it may be the cause of my death.

  Personally, I think the General has been insane for quite a while. My only hope is to stay with the creatures and wait. But now I fear I may have waited too long. Still, there might be a chance if I survive this operation; some hope that I might be able to set things right. I say set things right because it was me who brought everything together so that all of this nightmare could happen. Nevertheless, if I am successful and I survive this mission, and all goes as planned, I still lose; it boils down to the question of how many will suffer. Will humanity pay for what I have done? I don't know. It seems humanity has been in the shits for quite a while and especially before I got there. Sorry about being so morbid, but morbidity has become a good friend of mine as of late. You could say we take a blood communion together on a regular basis.

  Anyway, this piece of paper and the rest of the documents may be the only thing that I leave behind; the only record that will say what happened to me. If anyone knew I was writing this, they would destroy it in a heartbeat and declare me a traitor. It's funny; well, not really funny, it's pathetically sad really, how traitor becomes a relative term when one's country, or those in positions of authority, bend the rules to benefit a small group, or even one individual. But that's all in the past now. Hell, ask Benedict Arnold the same question. Washington didn't have a choice in that situation. It was either save a country or save a man who he admired. The choice was simple when we are faced with such large consequences of our actions. Like I said, it's all in the past. What a quaint and pat saying that is. All in the past. I have not really thought about it before, but now it seems so damn appropriate because of the past, or should I say the ignoring of it, every damn myth and legend about these creatures that has been mockingly joked away into some dark and musty corner or been epitomized on the big screen or in books galore, has now returned—and it is my fault. That needs to be clear. I accept the responsibility ... every square millimeter of it. I shall not shirk away from what I have done.

  I plan to drop this letter in the ship's mailbox; it's the simplest way to get it off the ship without anyone knowing. No one checks the outgoing mail, only the incoming. When you get this and the information in the envelope you will know what to do with it. You are what I would call the voice of reason, the champion of the righteous, and all that bullshit. Sorry for the bit of humor, J, but self-indulgence is one of the few pleasures that I have these days. But that's not actually true. I do have something else. One thing. It's so bizarre how things work out. I chastised Lieutenant Johnson for it, but the more I think about it, I think he was right. I wish he was alive so that I could tell him that. Hell, I wish for a lot of things right now...

  I can feel the boat slowing. We must be near the station for departure. I have to go. The ... men will be restless and anxious to get started. They look to me because I am their keeper but you know what, J, I think it is the other way around. I think they are my keeper because they remind me of the morality I am supposed to possess and of what they have lost. Ironic, if somewhat true, but that is something for another discussion at another time.

  I will admit that I am presumptuous in thinking that you will not let this affair go without notice if I should not return. You may end up hating me for getting you involved with the entire ordeal. Please accept my apology in advance if that is the case, but I have no choice. If you feel that you cannot do this justice, I will understand. I close with a Godspeed wish for your success when you decide what, if anything, to do with all of this. As for me, God has gone on hiatus for a while and left me to play with either the escapees he loosened from hell or creatures that he created to mock humanity. Either way, it's a rather cruel game, don't you think?

  Fair wind and following seas...

  Your friend

  John Reese

  Commander, United States Navy

  Chapter One

  Kosovo-The Former Republic of Yugoslavia

  One Year Ago

  The duty officer massaged his tired face and ran his hands through his close-cropped hair, then picked up his fifth cup of coffee of the night as he struggled to stay awake at 0300 in the morning. Captain Block, an Army veteran of five years, had been in Kosovo for more than ten months. He'd spent the past six months at Camp Bondsteel, along with four thousand other servicemen and women. The camp was situated on what had once been farm fields near the town of Urosevac, in the southern region of Kosovo, and was part of the international peacekeeping team, also known as Task Force Falcon by the Americans.

  Task Force Falcon was responsible for the twenty-three thousand square kilometer American zone, maintaining peace and keeping the Albanians and Serbians from killing each other and themselves.. This equated to approximately three hundred and fifty squad-sized security operations every day.

  Block was tired of the bloodshed and ethnic division. With only two months left to his tour, he looked forward to going home. His stint in the Army would be over and he was ready to work at his uncle's car dealership. He was soft-spoken, with facial features that made a guy either a minister or a car salesman; his fellow soldiers told him that he had the kind of disposition that would ensure him success in the car business.

  Block firmly believed in Murphy's Law: If anything could go wrong with the short time left to his tour, it would. His time and experience in the military had proven he was not a professional soldier, nor did he have any desire to become one.

  Tonight had been quiet, thankfully. With all assignments completed, he had busied himself by catching up on some reading and even managed to write a letter to his mom and dad back home in Seattle. As he licked the envelope's flap, he noticed his burly infantry sergeant, Sergeant Estefan, come into the central command area. He was not hard to miss. A big man, about six feet in height and 225 pounds, he always had a five o'clock shadow at about one o'clock in the afternoon. His face appeared to be made of solid granite—along with his muscles. Although ominous in appearance, Estefan was a calm person and rarely got upset.

  Block noticed Estefan was not alone. An obviously agitated civilian accompanied the sergeant, demanding his attention. The civilian babbled wildly in a native Slavic tongue, making wild gestures with his arms. His body shook as if he was being shocked with electricity. Block had seen many like this man come into the compound, usually to report a murder or rape by one of the nativ
e forces; it was almost a daily occurrence. But for some reason, Block found this man interesting enough to watch him closely.

  Observing the agitated man, Block saw that the man's clothing was worn but clean. He was probably a farmer, like the majority of the people in the area, he thought absently. They took pride in their clothing that was sewn by hand to endure years of service. The man's face was weathered from spending time in the cold and hot temperatures; the wrinkled lines held permanent locations on his face and made him appear older than he probably was. But his eyes were brilliant and strong, and reflected strength, energy and determination.

  Block watched as Estefan sat the civilian in a chair, and then motioned for him to stay there. Apparently the civilian didn't speak or understand English. The sergeant spoke to a corporal then pointed to the civilian. When Estefan moved away, the corporal remained, watching the civilian. Estefan headed toward the duty officer's office, stopped at the door and knocked. Block waved him in.

  "Sir, we might have a problem,” Estefan said.

  "So I see,” Block said, indicating the civilian. “What's going on?"

  "All I know right now is that he's terrified about something. He ran up to the evening patrol, throwing himself in front of their vehicle, yelling and screaming at them to make them stop. The only thing we could understand was the town's name, Kacianik. He kept repeating it over and over again. I have an interpreter on the way to find out what he's going on about."

  "All right. Let's take a look at him. Bring him in here."

  The sergeant stepped out of the room and motioned for the corporal to bring the civilian into the captain's office. Block reminded himself that part of the responsibility of the peacekeeping forces was to maintain order such as a police force would do. Any incident was investigated if the situation warranted it. Unfortunately for him tonight, that was his job as duty officer. Either way, it would be recorded into the desk log and forwarded to the Base Commander for review, as well as to several agencies in the United States. Everyone wanted to be kept in the loop of what was happening.