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Remember: everything Nikto says is made up.
You groaned, head throbbing and spinning as consciousness reentered your body once more. You slowly scanned the room, grunting as your restraints tugged at your wrists and ankles uncomfortably.
You tensed as your eyes met with a pair of glaring, icy blue eyes across the room. “Ты проснулся, наконец… Tell me about your team, Task Force 141.” Nikto ordered, his Russian voice husky. You huffed. You weren’t a part of Task Force 141. But you weren’t KorTac either. Which still made you an enemy.
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