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One of the computer scientists trailed off.
Slowly, Seven turned to his friend, he noticed the petrified look on Milkos’ face, which faced Q’s mask. Quickly turning his head, he saw the masked man using a gloved hand to peel off the mask.
As the mask fell off, he saw the familiar face.
And my, what a perilous fuck that was.
The gun was still on Q’s hand. Seven noticed there was no finger pressuring the trigger anymore.
“David, you’re…”
“Yes, Michael. Indeed I am.”
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