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Mark Slate was in a near panic as he searched for his missing partner.
She’d been taken prisoner by the very man they had been sent to capture, Professor Hamish MacPherson, a noted scientist of the feathered kind whose latest plan to subdue humanity was in the works.
What that plan was exactly, no one was sure, but intelligence had confirmed a lot of chatter in regards to it on the the supposedly secure T.H.R.U.S.H. airwaves.
Their radio codes had again been secured by Kuryakin and Solo, at near cost to their lives, and as they were recuperating in the infirmary at London headquarters, the team of Slate and Dancer had been sent to find MacPherson somewhere in the highlands of Scotland.
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