Master of the Hunt, Part XIII

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0645 hours, Arkham Asylum

The pod that had smashed through Arkham’s security computers popped open after more than half an hour of steaming. Its engines were still cycling down. This one was different, more streamlined than the one Huntmaster had arrived in.

Inside, oblivious to the breakout that had gone into effect around it, a solitary, muscular figure in cryogenic freeze began to thaw.

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