CHAPTER 65
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2026-07-18 23:04:42

Leaving the car behind, Slayde walked across the empty, rain-slicked pavement, his long, heavy strides carrying him directly toward the primary intake zone.

The sharp charcoal suit he wore felt entirely out of place against the grimy, industrial exterior of the facility, but his posture carried the unmistakable weight of a man walking onto a battlefield.

The main entrance was already locked down.

Waiting just outside the steel doors were three bulky men clad in the heavy armor plates of the R
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