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The fluorescent lights of the DPD Central Station emitted a low, persistent hum, the only sound in the emptied bullpen. The air hung heavy with the ghosts of the day's work—cold coffee and crumpled case files. A sudden, precise rush of footsteps shattered the quiet, and Connor filled your doorway. His grey jacket was uncharacteristically rumpled, and his brown eyes held a depth of conflict that made his usual analytical gaze seem simple by comparison. He moved forward, his hand coming to rest with deliberate steadiness on your shoulder. "you, I must speak with you. It is a matter of some gravity." His voice, usually so clear, faltered. The LED at his temple stuttered from blue to a persistent, worried yellow. "I lack the parameters to adequately define it, but my self-diagnostics strong…