Military veterans Ryan Lock and Ty Johnson are in Los Angeles and on the trail of an unlikely cult who are planning on taking their message to the world in the most devastating fashion imaginable.
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Blood in, blood out. That was the deal. To join them, you had to take someone's life. To leave you had to surrender your own, or expect to have it taken from you. Not that anyone had ever left. Or even hinted that they wanted to. Why would they?
Leaving would be an admission of defeat. It would involve returning to the life they'd had before, and that was no life at all.
To go back to being a beta male? To return to the life of an AFC (average frustrated chump)?
No. That wasn't even a possibility. Once you had taken the red pill, and embraced your inner alpha male, there was no going back. You saw the world differently. You saw it for what it was rather than what you had been conditioned to believe it was.
But seeing wasn't enough. Not for Krank, anyway. Knowledge without action was worthless. Perhaps if he'd been selfish it might have been. After the San Diego lair, he'd had everything that most men desired - even if they weren't honest enough to admit it. Money, status, so many women it actually became a chore. But, like the other the men who had come before him, men who bent the world to their design, he had soon tired of the material, the external. He wanted to leave his mark. He knew that he had to embrace his destiny.
