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They didn't wait for the guards to open the door. Sergei slammed the syringe into his neck, his vision exploding into a kaleidoscope of neon violence. The world slowed down. He could hear the individual heartbeats of the armored Spetsnaz soldiers rushing down the hall. The air in the dingy Soviet underground didn't
Ivan, the largest of the group, let out a low, guttural laugh. "The State is about to find out that when you give a starving dog a bone made of fire, he doesn't just eat—he burns the whole house down." He was a cage fighter whose only loyalty
"They think they can lock us up and use us as lab rats," Sergei spat, the withdrawal tremors racking his frame. "They think the Nekro belongs to the State."