“Let me listen to me and not to them.”
— Gertrude Stein.
He wasn’t ready for what he saw. The chopper floor was slick with blood from the wounds of the three men already in the chopper. A medic could be seen attempting to hold things together, but he was failing. And then there was the mutant…
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