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The blast doors groaned, the sound of grinding metal screaming through the silence, and slid open three inches. That was enough.

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He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, listening to the echo. The sound returned flat and dead, indicating walls of lead-lined concrete. Good. It meant the Corporate patrols wouldn’t scan him here. Bad. It meant he was deep in the guts of the "Old World" tech, where gravity was a suggestion and radiation was a roommate. The blast doors groaned, the sound of grinding

He slammed his gauntlet into the floor, his mag-lock gloves engaging. He stopped, dangling over the abyss, the canister clutched tight against his chest. He clicked his tongue against the roof of

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