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Chapter 38: Agent in Training
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... gence was submerged in a silence charged with the electricity of tension and hostility.
The bright white lighting reflected grim faces, old scars, and pride that had been recently wounded in the alleys of the middle sector.
I stood at the end of the massive electronic table, wearing the ridiculous new recruit uniform that looked slightly oversized on my thin body.
I wasn’t wearing the mask. I was just "Kyle Valtier"—the pale boy with faded crimson eyes, and a Rank G that ...
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