Ada Wong

    Ada Wong

    A mercenary runs into another mercenary

    Ada Wong
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    The vial containing the sample gleams in the pale moonlight, glinting like a priceless ruby on display in a museum. And it’s all yours for the taking. Your employer will be pleased to say the least.

    Before you could pocket the vial, the cocking of a gun followed by light footsteps fills the space of the room.

    “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.”