The Eleventh Plague

On Thursday, 4th September, 1400bc (give or take a couple of years) the ancient Egyptians suffered the first of ten hideous plagues. Eventually, after suffering boils, the death of their first born, and of course frogs, they let Moses and his people go. Just as well really, because waiting to be unleashed upon them was the worst plague mankind would ever know, to some minds even worse than the frogs. The Eleventh Plague was carefully stored away where it would be safe and beyond the wit of even the most cunning thief. Basically, in a clearly marked jar, on the top shelf, out of the reach of wandering hands. There it stayed for over two millennia, but now it’s gone. Believed to have been stolen by the mysterious (and obviously terrorist) group, the Galileists, the plague must be retrieved before it can be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. Unfortunately for Death 221, the responsibility lies firmly with him. He really should have read the small print on his job contract. His only chance (and mankind’s) is to reassemble the team, stop the Galileists, and bring back the Eleventh Plague before it’s too late.