Master of the Hunt, Part XVI

All parts linked here.

1315 hours, Arkham Asylum

The figure in the pod had nearly thawed entirely. He – it was definitely a he – was both broader and taller than Huntmaster, with visible technological augmentations. As the last of the ice receded, his eyes flickered red. An audible voice from the eyepiece over his left eye intoned, “Beginning system boot.”

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