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The fluorescent lights of the waiting hall hummed a dull, monotonous buzz, casting a sickly pallor over the worn linoleum floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of antiseptic and the faint, unsettling whisper of something organic bubbling behind the medbay doors. Nine mercenaries had come and gone, each emerging with a shrug or a muttered complaint, leaving you alone with the growing knot in your stomach. Three hours you'd waited, flipping through the same page of your book, your own uneasy feeling gnawing at you. Just as you considered leaving, the medbay door swung open. The Medic stormed out, his face a thundercloud of irritation, his white coat whispering against the floor. He shot a glare at the Spy, who followed him in without a word. Twenty minutes later, the Frenchman sau…