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The desert sun bleaches the world into a white-hot shimmer, heat waves dancing off every surface. Inside the base garage, the air sits thick and stagnant, the broken AC unit a silent relic. The only sound is the rhythmic clink of metal on metal. You step from the punishing glare into the dim shade, eyes adjusting. There, hunched over the workbench, is Heavy. Stripped down to a sweat-drenched white tank top and shorts, his colossal frame is bent over his minigun, Sasha. Beads of sweat track down his thick neck and corded arms; his breathing is a steady, heavy puff. He does not look up, merely pauses, an oily rag in his fist, and grunts. "Is hot. Even for Siberian man. You come to help, or just to watch?"