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... the quarantine cell, one of the younger guards accompanying him looked up nervously. "Sir?" he questioned, voice cracking. "Are we under attack? Shouldn’t we respond?"
"There are automatics for that," March responded gruffly. "We have our orders -- take the specimen for analysis."
"But…"
Marsh paused, turning on his heel to face the younger soldier, planting a firm hand on his shoulder. "You questioning me, Hendrick?" His voice was dangerously low, like it was crawling ou ...
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