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Three uful days passed.

Clark could not help but feel like he had bee on a fool’s errand. Sure, most of the victims were found near gyms, but they were spread aetropolis. There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of gyms iy. Why was he wasting his time here, when he could be spending time on his prison piece?

Stepping off the treadmill somewhat dejected, Clark made his way to the water cooler, where he could ‘actally’ spill some water on himself so it looked like he had been breaking a sweat. With his mind far away at Stryker’s Islaentiary, w how Parasite made his escape this time, Clark ran into a sweaty gym bro.

“Sorry”, mumbled Clark, glasses askew.

“What the fuerd? Now I’ve got protein shake all over my shirt!”, a hirsute jo a si shouted, raising a fist. Clark’s stomach sank as he reised the reddening face. He was one of the fratty five from a few days ago.

“Dude, Chad! Chill!” Another frat bro — shorter, around 5’10

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