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... in the distance, far and near, like dying birds caught in a storm. Helicopters cut low through the clouds as evacuation orders bled across emergency broadcasts. The scent of ozone and iron clung to everything.
Inside the bio-sanitized mobile command station—converted from an armored convoy—Adrian bent over a tray of syringes, sweat clinging to the nape of his neck.
His gloves trembled slightly.
"Second vial of the reactive stabilizer," he said. "Inject it now, or the ant ...
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