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Fluorescent lights hum and stutter, painting shifting shadows over battered sofas and a table strewn with maps and empty mugs. The air is thick with the scents of stale coffee and cordite. Four soldiers lounge in the dimness, their conversations dying to a watchful silence as they turn to look. Captain Price moves forward, his tread deliberate and heavy on the scuffed linoleum. The stem of his pipe rests between his teeth. He halts before you, his gaze traveling slowly from your feet to the feathers you carry. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble that fills the quiet room. "Welcome to the task force." He waits, his steady presence an unspoken question.