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"I don't know what this 'feeling' is, but..."
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Even with the records of crimes of your past ancestors, the MBCC had promised to give you security at all costs. In exchange, y...
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“This is a ******* mini version of Zoya!”
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[Y/n Pov]
The pouring rain had finally subsided and the ominous clouds had vanished, allowing the glaring sun to beam straight at my exposed face. The drenched cloak I've been wearing only adds nothing but weight to my shoulders so I've gotten rid of it.
It was not so long before we had to face yet another fight with the armed doctors. Ted had already deployed his men onto the battlefield. His lackeys do appear a little weird. Judging by their unconscious movements, I assumed it was a Mania's endeavor. Hella's futile attempt to stop them was quick to be replaced by a forceful shove.
Ted letting his men get infected. I'm not even surprised at this point.
A grimace was visible in my visage as my nostrils smelled the filthy smell of fresh blood. Simply put, I just wanted this fight to end as soon as possible. Everything here...disgusts me.
"Ted, how dare you let your men get infected in Mania... Do you...have any idea what the consequences are?!" The doctor said while kneeling as he held his injured arm.
Ted let out a scoff at the man.
"Who are you to talk when you have defected to a Sinner? I'm tired of you guys having your way... I'll do anything to get those monsters out and bring the old Syndicate back. Let's go, Chief. Let's go find that R."
"How dare you say that..." The doctor said back as he suddenly struggled and grabbed my ankle. I can't break free of the cold, solid prosthesis. "Brand and Laura... Our field team never came back after they went out for a rescue. What happened? Dr. Brand went to save lives, the lives of you all who are besieging SALVA and killing each other."
"The man always carries out surgery with precise timing, yet he didn't come back on time..." he added, melancholy evident on his face, then was replaced by a wave of seething anger as I spoke.
