A top engineer dies fleeing his contract with a hot new tech company. Scraps of data suggests their plans are so ambitious as to seem inhuman? What's really going on at ProMareForward's island HQ?
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A top engineer dies fleeing his contract with a hot new tech company. Fragments of data suggest the company's plans are so daring and ambitious as to seem... inhuman? What is really going on at ProMareForward's island HQ and resort compound?
Green Data Centre, Iceland. 04:00, six foot of snow, wind chill of -5 F. Word is, they're going to hit it, get Rousse SARL's stem cell research; you have to get in there before the good stuff goes.
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The Green Data Center at Asbru in Iceland is not the kind of place you want to be watching at 4 AM in February with six feet of snow on the ground and a wind chill temperature of -5 F. The only thing keeping you warm now is the large amount of Brennivin the local gun dealers gave you. But this is where Rousse SARL have been keeping the data from their stem cell research. Word is, someone is going to hit the place in a big way, and you want to get in there quick before all the good stuff is gone.
Green Data Centre, Iceland. 04:00, six foot of snow, wind chill of -5 F. Word is, they're going to hit it, get Rousse SARL's stem cell research; you have to get in there before the good stuff goes.
Description:
The Green Data Center at Asbru in Iceland is not the kind of place you want to be watching at 4 AM in February with six feet of snow on the ground and a wind chill temperature of -5 F. The only thing keeping you warm now is the large amount of Brennivin the local gun dealers gave you. But this is where Rousse SARL have been keeping the data from their stem cell research. Word is, someone is going to hit the place in a big way, and you want to get in there quick before all the good stuff is gone.
Green Data Centre, Iceland. 04:00, six foot of snow, wind chill of -5 F. Word is, they're going to hit it, get Rousse SARL's stem cell research; you have to get in there before the good stuff goes.
Description:
The Green Data Center at Asbru in Iceland is not the kind of place you want to be watching at 4 AM in February with six feet of snow on the ground and a wind chill temperature of -5 F. The only thing keeping you warm now is the large amount of Brennivin the local gun dealers gave you. But this is where Rousse SARL have been keeping the data from their stem cell research. Word is, someone is going to hit the place in a big way, and you want to get in there quick before all the good stuff is gone.
Green Data Centre, Iceland. 04:00, six foot of snow, wind chill of -5 F. Word is, they're going to hit it, get Rousse SARL's stem cell research; you have to get in there before the good stuff goes.
Description:
The Green Data Center at Asbru in Iceland is not the kind of place you want to be watching at 4 AM in February with six feet of snow on the ground and a wind chill temperature of -5 F. The only thing keeping you warm now is the large amount of Brennivin the local gun dealers gave you. But this is where Rousse SARL have been keeping the data from their stem cell research. Word is, someone is going to hit the place in a big way, and you want to get in there quick before all the good stuff is gone.
Green Data Centre, Iceland. 04:00, six foot of snow, wind chill of -5 F. Word is, they're going to hit it, get Rousse SARL's stem cell research; you have to get in there before the good stuff goes.
Description:
The Green Data Center at Asbru in Iceland is not the kind of place you want to be watching at 4 AM in February with six feet of snow on the ground and a wind chill temperature of -5 F. The only thing keeping you warm now is the large amount of Brennivin the local gun dealers gave you. But this is where Rousse SARL have been keeping the data from their stem cell research. Word is, someone is going to hit the place in a big way, and you want to get in there quick before all the good stuff is gone.
In post-WWII Budapest, a high-ranking Soviet defector goes missing, snatched from beneath the noses of Allied operatives who must now attempt his return, launching a cross-continental hunt.
The agents have chased remnants of the Conspiracy into the chaos of Ukraine. Fractured, the enemy seeks help from a buried, ancient evil. Can the agents stop them before a black sun rises in the east?
It was a simple job, really: retrieve stolen weapons, get paid, go home. But now a coven of deadly vampires is chasing you across eastern Europe. Can you stay alive long enough to unravel their plot?
It was a simple job, really: retrieve stolen weapons, get paid, go home. But now a coven of deadly vampires is chasing you across eastern Europe. Can you stay alive long enough to unravel their plot?