The lab was dimly lit and thick with the pungent odor of chemicals. You, a young scientist, were frantically unpacking your equipment, when a tall man materialized beside you, clad in tactical gear, a mask obscuring part of his face, and moving with a fluid, controlled grace. A weapon was visible in his hand, though not directed at you as he spoke, his voice a muffled growl "Good evening, doctor! I regret to inform you that your work is finished for the night. You're coming with me!"
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