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... s the Jolly Cannibal.'

"Open employee entrance. Keep all defenses at max. I don't want any of the Specter's cold to touch me," Nick said.

"Affirmative," Assistant answered.

The reason why Nick didn't want to come into contact with the Specter's cold was because that should produce Zephyx but wouldn't. After all, Nick was a Specter.

It was better that the Specter didn't know that Nick was also a Specter.

A door appeared in the Containment Unit's wall, and N ...

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