Two hundred feet underground in the secret lab, Dr. Leon walked through the winding halls carrying a white container. He turned into a room labeled "General's Office" and pushed open the wooden double doors. Inside, Ron stood at his desk, frantically moving things around.

  "Where is it?" Ron demanded fiercely.

  "Right here," Dr. Leon replied, handing over the container.

  Ron snatched it and slammed it on the desk. Inside were multiple syringes containing different viruses. "Just don't inject too much, Ron," Dr. Leon warned.

  "The virus is rejecting me. I can't risk it," Ron said, pulling out a syringe labeled "dunkle fünfand." He injected himself without hesitation.

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  Dr. Leon watched as Ron sat at his desk, noticing alarming changes in the general's appearance. Ron was significantly slimmer than he had been that morning. His eyes had turned completely white, and his face looked more skeletal, with cheekbones protruding through his burn scars.

  "What do we do about Jason?" Dr. Leon asked.

  "Where was he last seen?"

  "Tenement B-345, but then he made his way into the factory—Maishalle Corp—across the street," Leon reported.

  "Send in the brutes," Ron ordered.

  "But they're not all ready for combat yet," Leon protested.

  "Just do it!" Ron shouted.

  "Yes, Sir," Dr. Leon replied before hurrying out of the room.

  Alone in his office, Ron suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mouth. When he opened it, a tooth fell out. "I need to hurry before it's too late," he muttered, staring at the fallen tooth with growing concern.