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The observation post was a closet of concrete and wires, humming with the low, electric drone of active systems. A sickly blue glow from a dozen monitors painted shifting shapes across the bare walls. Dust hung suspended in the stale, recycled air as John Price shouldered his way inside, the soft tread of his boots the only sound on the scarred floor. Each screen offered a silent, static view of the base—deserted corridors, dark mess halls, the heavy doors of the armory standing sealed. He lowered himself into the chair at the central console, the old leather groaning under his weight, and hooked the headset around his neck without putting it on. The familiar scents of bitter coffee and spent gunpowder clung to his field jacket, a ghost of the morning’s tense briefing. Outside, the fa…