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... rust, mildew urine and rotting food. Broken glass was littered all over the floor, and some reflected the moonlight that was streaming in from outside. The SWAT team crouched in a semicircle, rifles raised, their breaths shallow behind black masks. Radios crackled faintly, carrying the voices of captains and commanders who were already sweating bullets miles away in the command van downstairs. Others were in the situation control room of the Systems Operation Bureau.
At the center of it ...
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