Published by arrangement with the Olympia Press.
Author: Marshall Macao (pseud.)
About: Plague! K'ing Against The Most Fiendish Plot Ever Invented!
K'ing's pursuit of the treacherous Kak drives him west to the
highlands of the New World, where the Red Circle's plans for world
dominion have taken a ghastly turn. In the mountains of Bolivia
thousands of peasants are dying horrible deaths—victims of a bizarre
pestilence carefully nurtured by renegade scientist's in Zedak's
Savagely battling the seen and the unseen, K'ing meets his most awful
The other sentry came within clear sight of K'ing—but he saw the two
unconscious bodies and heard the rock fall and he turned toward it,
kneeling and unshouldering his gun in panic.
The soldiers had not expected anyone to try to break into the
interdicted area. They were there to keep people from breaking out. Now
the sentry opened fire after the dangerous plague-carrier he imagined
had escaped. He screamed for help. K'ing, covered by the noise, wound
his way swiftly through the last strand of wire and into the cover of a
It was growing light by the time he reached the outskirts of Guaqui.
He had not seen a single soldier since he had passed through the army
lines. He had skirted isolated Indian dwellings and now, as he neared
the small but modern port town, he knew that if the government had ever
made an attempt to keep order in Guaqui it had given up and withdrawn
its soldiers to the perimeter. He wondered about Dr. Perina and his
aides and his laboratory. Where were they?
The surface of Lake Titicaca, 40 miles wide and 140 long, spread out
before him. The terrain began to change. The flatness of the Altiplano
gave way to terraced fields as the land sloped toward the highest
navigable lake in the world—3,500 square miles of diaphanous blue
water more than twelve thousand feet above sea level. Fields of barley,
potatoes, wheat, and maize stretched out around farmhouses crowded with
the dark green of the quinoa and the qurshuara.
In ordinary times K'ing would have seen, as daylight dawned fully,
women spinning as they watched flocks of sheep and llamas, shepherd
boys playing on pipes, Indians tending to their irrigation ditches and
plowing their fields with ancient wooden plows. But now all was
He skirted the edges of the first farms and saw no signs of life. But
then, as he continued downward the cluster of buildings at the tip of a
wide inland-reaching arm of the lake, he heard from a farmhouse a
quarter of a mile ahead a long, searing, agonized wail.
The sound hung in the air as though it would never stop. It pierced
K'ing's soul as though it carried with it the essence of all the
world's most horrible nightmares of pain and suffering and grief.
He made for the farmhouse.
He reached it and swung open its rickety gate of gnarled wood lashed
together with reeds. He walked up the bare dirt of its front path, the
sound of the wail drawing him like a magnet of terror and fascination.
He pushed the front door open.