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Chapter 4

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augh, taking out his gold-cased iPh

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edicine than you will ever know!"

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is face twisting in manic triumph. "You all saw it!

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e-jarring spasms

like a bow in the throes of a grand mal seizu

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o inches deep, angled forty-five d

twisting stimulation, a hundred

e skull: precise puncture

, carrying away the lethal heat trapped within his tissues. The horrifying,

s bulging as if they were abou

nearly dropped his phone. "Peripheral nerve stimulation cannot arrest acute hyperthermic intracranial pressu

r hand across t

he boy's skin, cleaned against a sterile alcohol pad, and slotte

ified bellhop, tipped a few drops onto the child

, rising to her feet and looking down at Slade like a titan observing an ant. "My protocols speak directly to

moved. No one spoke. The arrogant Columbia resident stood frozen,

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