The Ultimate Force
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Last published Mon, Jul 14, 2014
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I continue to run down the twisting and turning halls of the HQ Center. My breathing becomes heavier as I hear the thundering foot steps coming from behind me. I look around franticly hoping that I can find somewhere to hide before they finally catch up to me. Suddenly, I remember that there is a new room that was just constructed that only a few people know about and have access to. I'm so lucky that I'm one of the few; I start to relax as I realize that the room is just up ahead. Just as I'm coming to a stop to scan in........
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