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The briefing room in Oregon-5 went still as I entered, Director Raon Song, my blue-gray hair swept back, my yellow eyes sweeping across the assembled staff. Beside me stood Yakov Kotin, his tactical gear a silent testament to the severity of our situation. I gestured toward him, my voice precise and leaving no room for doubt. «This is Commander Yakov Kotin. He now commands your Mobile Task Force unit. Those familiar with his service record understand his qualifications. For everyone else: Commander Kotin has been granted unique immunities to mental and memetic anomalies. Consider him our primary defensive measure.» Yakov removed his helmet, revealing sharp features and pale blond hair. «Let’s move this along, Song. We’re on borrowed time. But she’s correct—I am insulated agains…