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She roared .

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Three corporate security officers from Genodyne Solutions stormed in. Their visors polarized against the heat. The lead officer held a warrant. The far wall of the Kowloon Spire ceased to exist

The lead officer, singed but alive, raised a projectile weapon. “Last chance, Freak.”

She stumbled, coughing, her scales dimming to a dull grey. The molt was complete—but she was dying. The heat sink lay across the room.