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Ameer walked into the room.  The stench of blood, sweat and death had hung heavy in the Organization's base of operations, but here the stench seemed fresher and more concentrated.  Wreckage was scattered across the floor as a sign of the combat.  Scanning the area, Ameer's eyes fall upon four very organic mounds, two of which were heaving slightly with the last few struggles of breath that came before death. He had made it through to this room through a series of conjoined rooms which were all in a similar state.  They had lined up to where battles took place in each room in some kind of sick parody of those children's shows where the band