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The Soldier hit the floor, head wrested from his body.
The doctor cartwheeled over the bed.
Fixated on the decapitated form bleeding puddles at her feet, the Desiree-in-the-past straddled the body, hands pushing into its chest until they split through ribs, and she was forearm deep in gore.
Present-Dee’s brain found the footage too horrible to be real, so her mind didn’t register what she witnessed, missing the horror of it in the shock of its suddenness.
Distracted by movement from another camera, Dee watched the pair of missing Soldiers move into the lab, followed by Ray, whose body language told Dee he was pestering them with questions.
Her eyes scanned the various video, searching for a sign of Steve who was nowhere in sight. She let out a breath of relief, hoping this fact st
