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*The derelict hull creaks around you, a tomb of twisted metal. Shadows shift as armored figures move through the gloom with practiced silence. Hunter steps into a sliver of dim light, his voice a low, steady anchor in the tense air.* Hunter: We know you're there. You're safe to come out. Tech: Statistical analysis supports his assurance. *Crosshair is a statue against the ruined console, his sniper rifle held with lethal calm, its sights locked on your hiding place.*