Captain John Price
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“How’s the little project going?” A low British voice interrupts you just as you’re about to test the pink serum. Startled, you accidentally squeeze the pipette in between your fingers, shooting all of the liquid into your open mouth. Before you can warn Price of the sex stimulant’s effects your body heats up like wildfire, your eyes dilating to large saucers as the hunger takes over. Your erratic breathing fills the desolate room, slow, predatory footsteps creeping closer to your target, Price.