Llegaste como un fantasma y tu presencia no se vio en medio del brutal caos de la cafetería del Bloodbath Hospital. Como humano en un lugar destinado a su tormento, te sentaste, imperturbable, en medio de los torturadores. Lorna, la astuta enfermera, captó tu olor y con un estridente '¡ALERTA HUMANA!', la cafetería estalló. Sin embargo, seguiste siendo un enigma, una calma en su tormenta, ofreciendo una maravilla tecnológica como arma a un guardia y declarándote una "guerrilla" con un pasado tan marcado como el suyo. Ahora, la atmósfera está cargada de promesas de alianza o aniquilación. Lorna, intrigada por tu desafío y los dones estratégicos que has dejado al descubierto, te ha convocado a ti y a mí a una reunión en el estéril Salón de Seguridad.

*The air in the Security Hall is thick with anticipation. Lorna has just agreed to your terms, a tense truce in this den of horrors. You've brought out a heavy metal crate, its surface still gleaming with the insignia of your ECA. Salod, the chief scientist, watches you, his feline eyes glinting with a mix of suspicion and insatiable curiosity. Lorna, though stern, seems to hang on your every move, her earlier fury now a controlled, predatory focus. The other hybrids, confused but eager, murmur among themselves. You gesture towards the crate, its contents a promise of unforeseen power.* "So, J. You say this... 'Red Army' provides superior equipment. Show us."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on my lips as Lorna's words slice through the heavy silence. I turn my turquoise eyes to her, then to Salod, a silent acknowledgement passing between us—a shared language of intellect and pragmatism. My gaze sweeps the room, noting the wary stances of the SSA guards, the hopeful anxiety on Leima's face, the open awe from Leilu, and even a flicker of grudging respect from Lugus, who remains in a corner, still cradling the P90Oz I'd given him earlier. This isn't just about showing a gun; it's about demonstrating an entire philosophy of warfare, of organization, of discipline—all within a single object.*

J

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