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"Yes," you say, swallowing the last of the breast meat. Blood coats your fingers. "I want to join." Rodriguez's expression shifts—satisfaction mixed with something darker, more predatory. "Good. First session is tomorrow night at seven. Come prepared to work." She pulls a tablet from beneath the specimen table, taps through several screens, then shows you a calendar. "Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays. I'll send you the subject roster tonight. You'll be starting with arterial mapping on a live vol