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CONTAINMENT: BUILDING 9 - FIRST CONTACT

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CONTAINMENT: BUILDING 9 FIRST CONTACT **2:47 PM - Apartment 2B** Sophie Park had always loved lazy Sunday afternoons, but none had ever felt quite as perfect as this one. She stepped out of the shower, steam curling around her petite frame like silk scarves as she wrapped herself in a plush white towel. At twenty-six, she'd finally found the kind of life she'd always dreamed of: a job she loved as a freelance graphic designer, a girlfriend who made her laugh until her sides hurt, and a cozy apartment in a building that was just cheap enough to be affordable but nice enough to feel like home. The afternoon sun streamed through their gauzy curtains, casting everything in a golden glow that made even their secondhand furniture look expensive. "Babe?" she called to Maya, who was sprawled on their weathered leather couch, laptop balanced on her knees. "The water pressure's being weird again. Felt almost... tingly?" Maya Torres looked up from her c...

CONTAINMENT: BUILDING 9 - THE LEAK

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CONTAINMENT: BUILDING 9  PROLOGUE: THE LEAK Deep beneath the bustling streets of downtown, in the bowels of HelixChem's primary research facility, something had gone catastrophically wrong. Dr. Ethan Cross hunched over his monitoring station, the blue glow of dozens of screens reflecting off his wire-rimmed glasses like accusatory eyes. Tank 47-X was showing anomalous readings again: temperature fluctuations that shouldn't be possible with their military-grade containment protocols. The readings pulsed with an ominous rhythm that made his stomach clench. "System, run diagnostics on Tank 47-X," he muttered, fingers dancing across holographic interfaces with practised precision. DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETE. NO ERRORS DETECTED. But the temperature kept climbing. 2.3 degrees above normal. Then 2.7. The compound inside, 47X2-C, their experimental neural-hormonal realignment serum, was designed for battlefield applications. Psychological warfare through biochemical manipulation. Ma...