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Stone’s eyes opened into sterile, fluorescent light. He found himself lying on a padded medical table in a room that looked like a physician’s office. His eyes blinked once, then again as he focused on his surroundings. He was disoriented and woozy like he had been drugged. But that was nothing compared to the intense soreness permeating every muscle of his body. The relative calm of his awakening, however, didn’t last.
He sat bolt upright on the exam table and clutched at his chest with his hands, looking for whatever objects had slammed into him. He was bare-chested and felt four raw, painful cut-like incisions. Talia! He thought. He had no idea where he was, and his next thought was Weapon. I need a weapon.
He stood and went first to the window, but when he looked out, he was shoc
