Act I — Chapter 12
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The Russian looked a lot scarier in person than on a laptop screen. He wasn’t any taller than Danny, but his raw strength was clearly evident in his posture. His busted lip only added to his ferocity.
Danny felt ill. His own body was the logical result of slouching over a keyboard since the age of seven. His idea of exercise was Dance Dance Revolution. This man could end him without breaking a sweat.
“Sir, you need to accompany me to decontamination immediately,” Danny said authoritatively through a surgical mask that covered his mouth and nose — and also saved him from having to improvise facial expressions. “This facility has been exposed to ectopic levels of radiological contaminatives far in excess of federal safety obligations.”
“What the f**k are you talkin
