In the dimly lit corridor, Remy and Finnegan came face-to-face with a man in a white protective suit just a few feet away. That man was Number 64. He usually followed Sheryl around and was considered one of her trusted aides. At that moment, Remy lowered his gaze slightly, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. With his back turned to the man, he quietly slipped his right hand into his inner pocket and wrapped his fingers around the cold grip of his gun. "Is something wrong, Number 64?" Finnegan asked, feigning indifference. Number 64 scrutinized the two of them before asking, "Who's on the bed?""A failed test subject," Finnegan replied evenly. "We're disposing of the body.""This direction leads to the base's secret passage—used for emergencies and escape. The incinerator isn't this way."Sensing something off, Number 64's tone turned cold and sharp. "Who exactly is on that bed? Who are you taking out of here? If you refuse to answer, I'll report this to Ms. Gillis and have
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