Prologue

           

           PhysicistLeonardoVetrasmelledburningflesh,andheknewitwashisown.Hestaredupinterroratthedarkfigureloomingoverhim."Whatdoyouwant!"

           "Lachiave,"theraspyvoicereplied."Thepassword."

           "But…Idon’t—"

           Theintruderpresseddownagain,grindingthewhitehotobjectdeeperintoVetra’schest.Therewasthehissofbroilingflesh.

           Vetracriedoutinagony."Thereisnopassword!"Hefelthimselfdriftingtowardunconsciousness.

           Thefigureglared."Neavevopaura.Iwasafraidofthat."

           Vetrafoughttokeephissenses,butthedarknesswasclosingin.Hisonlysolacewasinknowinghisattackerwouldneverobtainwhathehadcomefor.Amomentlater,however,thefigureproducedabladeandbroughtittoVetra’sface.Thebladehovered.Carefully.Surgically.

           "FortheloveofGod!"Vetrascreamed.Butitwastoolate.

           

           

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