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After being grabbed, bagged, and zip-tied, and then driven around for hours in the trunk of a car I had some troubles walking when we finally stopped and someone hoisted me out of the car. No light and only muffled sounds managed to penetrate the thick hood. No smells either. It was just my own moist breath in there. The ground was probably concrete floor all the way from the car to where we ended up, with a few stairs down on the way. When we stopped I could feel something being attached to the zip ties behind my back that then held me mostly in place. The light was blinding when the hood came off.

Two jacked, shaved, eastern European guys stood in front of me, one wearing jeans and leather jacket, presumably the guy delivering me, and one was gleaming in sweat, wearing too tight military green shorts and a white tank top.

"This is him," the guy in leather jacket said, and the other guy nodded. "We came straight here, so there is nothing in him yet. We'll mix a batch now and then you'll have to give him one boost a day." The other guy nodded again, and smiled a little. "Yuri was clear. No injuries that don't heal in time, so give him 20mg of Xentophol if he doesn't cooperate. You have two months, and then he expects you two to look like twins."

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