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y brain. Julien's fingers were crushing my windpipe. He was comp

t his upper body-he benc

. Instead, I forced my eyes past his broad

ering 88%, and her core body temperature hadn't dropped. More importantly, as I looked at the old woman's face, ther

t biologi

oma-profound autonomic depre

wasn't dead. But she had less than five minutes before

ere, she di

ve my right knee upward with explosive, targeted for

AC

out of him. Julien grunted, his gri

dropped to the floor, and

a voice yelled f

n shock. Julien recovered in half a second, his eyes flashing with

, my voice raw, raspy, but cutting through t

ride. Dr. Reynolds

say?" Reynol

ral tissue perfusion hasn't collapsed! Her pupillary dilation is asymmetrical! This isn't a myocardial

ced medicine for thirty years! She has no pulse, no respiration,

ecomes actually dead!" I shot back

pped from his palms where his nails dug into his skin. His mind was caught in a v

"You want to kill me? Fine. But if you don't let me touch