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Ill never forget you--- or the others.
His eyes never left hers as he touched a panel on his commo unit. Mission director, this is Reed. Do you copy?
She heard Landons voice: Copy, Dylan.
I have an update. I... I found Megan. Shes dead... like the others.
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end. I copy, Dylan. Im so sorry. Listen, were working to bring you home. Can you get to the flight deck? Affirmative. We wont need any help, but if something goes wrong... Understood. Harry? Yes? Youve opened the Black Book, right? Yes, Dylan. Theres a name More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page What S Behind The Wall thats not in there. Dr. Karl Bauer. He knows more about bugs henry melton
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