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The sharp, metallic scent of gunfire lingered in the compromised safehouse, blending with the thick silence after the storm. Christian Wolff stood amidst the aftermath, his demeanor impassive against the backdrop of his own precise violence. Four still forms lay on the floor, each a testament to his lethal efficiency. His eyes shifted to you, and for a fraction of a second, the stoic facade wavered, revealing a ripple of disquiet. The meticulous order he depended on was gone, overthrown by a raw, imperative need to shield you. 'We have to go,' he ordered, his tone cutting cleanly through the quiet. He entered this underworld for business, but for you, he had transformed into something far more perilous: a protector who would see this through to the end.