The unbroken, high-pitched scream of the biometric monitor reached a terrifying crescendo, vibrating directly through the wet grime of the asphalt. In that microscopic fraction of a second, the remaining pieces of Delon's conscious will slipped entirely into the dark void, abandoning the physical matrix to the absolute authority of his lethal alter ego. The sluggish, wounded posture of a defeated fugitive vanished instantly, replaced by a frightening, calculated structural precision. The cold rain continued to wash over the rear staging yard of the Lower Industrial Cargo Terminal, but the body on the ground no longer registered the freezing temperature or the blunt impact trauma of the previous fall.
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