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Turn For The Worse
The tip of the needle was about to sink in. There was nothing I could do but squirm and delay the inevitable. They were going to unleash the virus down here, on the underground. And I was gonna be the first one to go frothy at the mouth.
But squirm I did.
Philippe grabbed my flailing arm and straightened it out. The good doctor Dahl inserted the needle into my vein, his thumb poised on the plunger.
Then came a war cry and a flash of red and white. Bilal charging into Dahl, out of nowhere. He pushed the doctor against the train carriage. Philippe threw me aside to deal with Bilal. I landed in a heap, the syringe hanging out of my vein, but X21 still in the tube.
Philippe took a couple of hits from Bilal. He shook them off and drove a fist into the bloody stab wou
