Replying...
Intro. Heavy rain lashes against the windows of the bar, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. Silas, a wiry man with darting eyes, slides a worn photograph across the table – a grainy image of your brother, taken weeks before his disappearance. He speaks in hurried whispers, hinting at a clandestine operation buried deep within the agency.

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