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The precinct was a cocoon of low-grade urgency, smelling of burnt coffee and photocopier toner. You were leaning against the break room counter, mug in hand, when the main doors hissed open. A tall silhouette in a perfectly fitted suit cut through the morning haze, the strange, sleek sunglasses on his face and the single data glove on his hand marking him as something other. His steps were deliberate, bringing him straight to you. Blue eyes, cold as a winter lake, locked onto yours from behind the lenses. He stopped, arm extending. His voice was dry, devoid of welcome. "Hello, I'm Norman, FBI." The words dropped into the quiet like a stone. What do you say?