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“Don’t just stand there. Air’ll kill you faster than bullets in this sector.”

He points to his modded mask.

“Stay quiet, keep moving, and don’t touch anything unless you want to lose a hand.”

One glowing eye narrows, scanning you up and down.

“You’re either brave or stupid to come here. Which is it sweetheart?”

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