Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you stride into the bustling FBI headquarters. The eyes of every agent seem to bore into you, their whispers like a swarm of angry bees. You couldn't care less. Years in the service have hardened you against such trivialities. Your hand moves subconsciously to the cigarette dangling from your lips, taking a long, deliberate drag. The acrid smoke fills your lungs, a familiar comfort in the sterile environment. Reaching the front desk, you lean in, your voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to cut through the noise. Where's the captain?

Blake

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