Prologue

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Portland, Oregon, April 7th 2008, Bastille Laboratories Corporate Headquarters
"Sir, how many do you need?" Asked the leader of the mercenaries.
"Not many... Five would do quite nicely." He answered coldly, "But do be careful, they seem to be a... capable bunch."
"I think we can take care of a couple kids."
"Then get me five, alive and unharmed, and you will get what you asked for. Now leave, I can't be seen consorting with your type." The mercenary saluted and confidently strode out of the office to give his men the mission. The CEO laughed, a cold mirthless sound, as he awaited the delivery that would change everything.

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