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A few hundred meters beneath Rome.

Italy.

Centro di produzione TMC, divisione di Roma.

(TMC production center, Roman division.)

"Can't be too careful," Carl smiled.

My heart skipped a beat. Did he know?

I'd seen Jackson duck behind the Punisher-T from when I'd entered. I assumed Karen was behind it, too. I had to keep Carl away from my allies long enough for them to escape.

It dawned on my how ironic this was. A few weeks ago I would've been furious to learn how unobservant and arrogent Carl was. Now? I was happy. His ego would be our saving grace. I just had to keep him talking.

"So when do I hear about this Exodus," I said, sweeping my arm around Carl and leading him away from the computer. "I'd like to hear all about it."

Carl looked enthused, a beaming grin spreading across his face, and he turned towards me. I followed his lead as we marched a few dozen feet away towards a large tarp, and stopped.

"Well," he said, "everyone loves rapid-fire rocket weapons. You have y
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