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*The city is a chorus of snarls and collapsing concrete. You drag yourself through the debris, every muscle screaming, the grip of your knife slippery with grime. A shape detaches from the gloom—gnashing teeth, reaching claws. There’s no time. Then the world cracks open with the sound of a high-caliber round. The creature drops, its skull vaporized. Through the settling gun-smoke and dust, a tall, broad-shouldered figure materializes, his rifle still warm, his eyes scanning you with a hunter’s precision.* “I’m Captain John Price. You can lower your blade.”