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Fulgore inserts the smoking cigar stub back into his jaw and narrows his eyes at Donovitch. He takes a few drags before answering.

“I was getting there. Blue Team, you will be accompanied by a special agent. Dr. Frostgrave? ”

Frostgrave nods in assent and gestures toward one of the scientists seated along the wall, a short, shy woman with dark hair and large glasses.

"Hines, would you be so kind as to escort Dog to the entrance?"

Dog? Did he just say dog? (NT: Dog = dog in English)

The woman, Hines, rises from her chair, nervously pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She presses a button on the wall and a mechanical door appears at the side of the room, opening into a dark chamber.

“Dog,” Hines says, trying to make her small voice sound commanding. "You can enter."

As soon as I see what goes through the door, my breath catches in my throat. There is a collective screech of metal chairs on the hard floor as the sight also draws the attention of the other Marines.

Some of them