The Golden Suspect
The alarm did not ring. It screamed. A digital shriek that tore through the sterile air of the containment unit. Lieutenant Elias Thorne woke with a gasp. His body was not his own. It was a suit of armor. Heavy. Cold. He looked down. The metal was fused to his skin. Not attached. Fused. The titanium alloy of the Exo-Skin had eaten into his flesh over the last decade of service. It had become a...
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