1.3.6

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1.3.6 “Can I offer you anything? A drink? A snack?” Ashton asked. They were in Ashton’s office, which used to be Brian Barclay’s office, and Ashton had been unusually gracious. The officers had brought Colton directly here, had even removed the handcuffs at Ashton’s request, and agreed to remain outside the office in the event they were needed. Ashton had invited Colton to sit on the couch, and Colton had the strange feeling that Ashton wanted to chat rather than see him thrown into one of the quarantine chambers. But why? There was something completely unsettling about this. Yet his son was all Colton could think about. His failure to infect the server with the virus and his capture made one thing abundantly clear: His son was going to die in a matter of hours, and there was absolutely

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