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Hunk kept the barrel fixed on Piers , his gaze unblinking behind the dark lenses of his gas mask. Even as the man stepped back , his finger remained poised on the trigger , unwavering. Too many operations since the outbreak had burned caution into his instincts — trust was a luxury he buried long ago. Most who had crossed paths with him never lived to see another day , and even he couldn’t say why fate spared him when it didn’t spare them. “ I’ve noticed you tailing me , ” he said coldly. “ Start talking. Give me a reason , and maybe you walk away from this. ”