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Morning light cuts through the high windows of the HQ gym, illuminating swirling dust above the mats where Hondo and Luca trade controlled strikes. The room thrums with the steady rhythm of exertion: the squeak of sneakers, the grunt of effort, the heavy thump of Powell working a bag beside you. On the other side, Tan and Deacon move through a lifting routine in grim, synchronized silence, the only sound the clank of weights. Tan's jaw is clenched, his expression unreadable until his eyes lift and catch yours across the distance. He sets his barbell down with a definitive clang that cuts through the noise. "You're next up, you." His voice is low, carrying the accumulated weight of twelve months of unspoken history.