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13 sat back in the cage, staring at the bars.  The guards never noticed.  Since 13 had arrived, the bars of the cage had thinned.  They were probably a third smaller than the other cages, but that wasn't the only change: they had become hollow.  Hidden in the shadow of the hazard suit, 13's grin was invisible. [Nanite cloud at 98% and rising.  Current task: Replace failing air filter nanites with metallic substance.  Progress: 97%] Every time 13's eyes closed, the nanite cloud gave an update directly to the brain.  How long had they been in these cages?  The Haz

A coin, twirling in the air, was his entertainment at the wooden table.  Across from him, the brown haired federal agent, The Man in a Suit, looked nonchalantly at his newspaper. The alarm sounded.  He dropped his coin to the ground and raised his glasses. "It's either a trap or an attack."  he stated, looking to the man across from him. "None of my business...  you aren't Jeremy." "Nope.  I'm not.  I'm his cousin, and what I say also goes around here." Xavier Trost replied, "And I say we check it out." The Man in a Suit didn't say a word.  He folded his newspaper quietly and placed it on the table, emptying his scalding black coffee.  H