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Andrew looked at Mayu. The grin she was sporting genuinely scared him. Andrew looked around, hoping to find something that would prove to be advantageous. That was when he saw Mitch. He was in a tree aiming his gun at Mayu, peering down its scope. Andrew turned to Emma, and charged again. At the same time, a hiss of compressed air came from Mitch's gun, and a small, silver dart flew towards Mayu.
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Mitch had been following Andrew while he hunted. He had seen the fight, and spent that time preparing a set of potent anesthetic darts. Finally, with Andrew cornered, Mitch had finished the darts, and loaded his rifle. He found his target, Mayu's lower back. He fired.
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Emma saw the mutant charge her. She had heard Mayu refer to it as Subject 22. She racked her brain for information. Shapeshifter, forms, heightened senses... Emma saw it bearing down on her. She screamed.
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Andrew stopped dead in his tracks. A high-pitched scream escaped from Emma's lips, and Andrew felt a splitting pain in his head. It was debilitating, utterly paralyzing. He clawed at his ear holes, desperate to escape the shill noise.