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... till holding Elliot against the metal cabinet, the other curled around a stapler I found on a desk. The silhouette stepped into the archive with the kind of quiet that only came from years of training or the kind of madness that didn't require it.
Armored. Not bulky—streamlined. No insignia. Weapon drawn, a sleek compact rifle with a silencer longer than the barrel itself. A faint glow blinked on their visor like a pulse, scanning the dark in arcs.
Then came the light.
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