Six Weeks Ago- Switzerland

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A dark cave loomed, it's mouth open to the elements.

Drip-drip-drip.

The wind howled like a child, desperate and mournful.

Drip-drip-drip.

Icy water collected on the moss-covered stone.

Drip-drip-drip.

It fell in a steady stream of silver droplets.

Drip-drip-drip.

Hulking, outdated machinery sat toward the back of the damp cave, just out of sight.

Drip-drip-drip.

A dime-sized puddle collected on a boxy computer monitor.

Drip-drip-drip.

A whirring came from the monitor, and a red light blinked.

Drip-drip-drip.

A face came onto the screen, pixelated and unclear.

Drip-drip-drip.

The face's lips moved, and it's words were delayed by a fraction of a second.

"HYDRA is dead. Long live LAZARUS."

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