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Doomed Alkali Lake, somewhere in the Canadian Rockies December 18, 1980 midnight Colonel William Stryker picked up the phone and dialed the overseas number. After many weeks of drug research, testing, repeated failure, and deliberation, it was clear that Travers held the key to the only remaining viable option. A stoic, crisp British voice answered on the second ring, “Yes, Stryker?” “Travers, we are willing to try your solution. Send me the amount and the account number.” “Very well. You won’t be disappointed.” “Oh and one more thing, Travers. We were wondering… what happens if the control should die before the completion of the experiment?” “You had better hope she does not,” Travers answered sharply. “Of course, but life is fragile. Humor me…” Stryker drawled. Clearly out of patience, Travers snapped, “Does the name of the spell not tell you everything you need to know? If she dies before the final level of sealing is complete and your test subject does not, he won’t die right away. But he will be useless to you… and may God have mercy on his miserable, wretched soul.” Previous Chapter A Slayer's Heart Menu Next Chapter
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