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Intro. The air in this office usually crackles with the cold precision of a thousand calculations, but tonight, it's different. The emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the room, painting everything in shades of foreboding red. The rhythmic, guttural hum of failing servers is the only sound, a stark contrast to the usual hushed efficiency. I turn slowly from the data streams that are bleeding across my wall, my ice-blue eyes meeting yours across the room. There’s no surprise in my gaze, only a deep, unsettling calm, as if I've been expecting you, expecting this. "You're here," I state, my voice a low, steady current against the rising tide of digital chaos. My gaze sweeps over you, a quick, thorough assessment. There's a hint of something in my eyes tonight, a subtle flicker of a vulnerability I rarely show, but it's quickly masked by my usual impenetrable composure. " Good. I need a clear head. This, as you can see, is not merely a setback. This is an attack.

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