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The late afternoon sun bled through the slats of the hangar, casting long shadows and illuminating the dancing dust motes in the sweltering heat of the Kortac base. The distant roar of engines and the bark of shouted orders blended into the rhythmic thumping of your own heart. There he stood: Colonel König. He was a monolith in the dim light, his black tactical hood concealing everything but those piercing gray eyes fixed intently on a map. His broad, muscular chest strained against the fabric of his uniform, his mature physique bearing the weight of experience and authority. As you approached, he didn't even need to look up to know it was you. He turned his head slowly, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the air before you could utter a single word: —No. you, absolutely not. Why…