the bodyguard's secret
Mack stood sentinel at a boarded-up window, his bulk a reassuring shadow against the relentless drumming of rain on the roof.
**“Project Phoenix,”** Reynolds muttered, fingers flying over the keys, decrypting layers of security. **“Not financial. Not political. At least, not directly.”** He pulled up schematics – complex, unfamiliar machinery, molecular diagrams, chemical formulae. **“Biopathogens. Weaponized strains. Airborne. High contagion, rapid onset, neurotoxic.”**
Leo’s blood ran cold, the dizziness replaced by a different kind of nausea. *Biological weapons.* Dominic wasn’t just a sadist; he was a monster playing god. “He’s… he’s creating a plague?”
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