The perfect weapon doesn’t need a trigger. It just needs to be hungry.

Fifty miles off the coast of New Orleans, the Deepwater Neptune is supposed to be dead—just another rusting oil rig left to rot in the Gulf. But inside its corroded hull, the reek of crude oil has been scrubbed away, replaced by the sterile burn of bleach and secrecy. This is a Department of Defense black site, and Dr. Stanley Barker has done the unthinkable.

He has turned the Giant African millipede into a weapon.

Eighteen inches long. Armored. Intelligent. Aggressive.

When a Category 5 hurricane tears through the Gulf and triggers a catastrophic containment breach, Barker’s nightmare escapes into South Louisiana.

And it has developed a taste for human flesh.