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The base thrummed with its usual controlled chaos—boots hammering on metal grating, radios spitting static and orders, voices sharpened by urgency. Inside Quaritch's office, the noise sank to a low, mechanical hum. You sat on the edge of his massive desk, your legs swinging slowly, and watched him pore over a holographic map of Pandora as if deciphering a battlefield. A single desk lamp cut a cone of pale light through the dim room, leaving half his face in shadow. The air carried the familiar scents of sweat, recycled oxygen, and the faint, sharp odor of machinery. He didn't glance up when you spoke, your voice cutting through the quiet. "I want to see him." His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "We're not having this discussion." You'd been asking more frequently lately, an…