The events of his life had led him to this place—this single moment in time; all points converged here—past, present, and future. Deep inside, he felt that it was where he was meant to be—what he was meant to do. A faceless, ageless evil stalked his world, and he knew in his heart that it was his destiny to stop it…even if it meant sacrificing his own life in the process.

His legs tensed as he prepared to lunge forward when a hand suddenly clasped his shoulder. Distracted, he turned and saw Marcus standing behind him. The giant man shook his head.

“I can’t let you do it, Tim,” he said, tightening his grip on Tim’s shoulder.

Uttering a surprised gasp Tim whipped his head around only to see Barintov disappearing down the corridor towards...

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