The Secondary Inspection
A Fictional SPH Experience by LilPPMan69. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Marcus stood in the cramped room, sweat already prickling at the back of his neck. The air conditioning unit in the corner rattled uselessly, doing nothing against the humid heat that seemed to press in from outside. “Please, remove all clothing,” the female guard said. Her English was accented but clear. She was perhaps thirty-five, with dark hair pulled back severely and a uniform that hugged her curves.
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