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With a thunderous hiss, all 848 flagged canisters vented their nitrogen and flash-evaporated into harmless vapor. The weaponized samples—thousands of potential ticking bombs—vanished into the air.

Thirteen minutes until August.

She yanked open the emergency purge panel. Her hands flew across the keyboard. But the system demanded a dual-authorization code—the other half of which had died with Voss. Doctor Adventures Got Sperm August Safe-no

“Hallucination,” Lena muttered. Then she checked the security footage. With a thunderous hiss, all 848 flagged canisters

“Thank you.”