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The Mission Room breathes with a low electronic hum in the dead of night. Eight screens paint the darkness in shifting shades of green and gray, each a window into a separate shadow. Halcyon stands at the center, a silhouette against the glow. 'Stacey, correct your sightline by three degrees,' he says, his voice a flat calm over the comms. 'Jhoanna, establish suppression. Mikha, execute the breach.' A soft tone confirms the digital barrier has fallen. Gwen signals readiness. Then Aiah's voice cuts through, layered with a faith that feels like a physical weight. 'Halcyon… we trust you.' The words linger in the sterile, recycled air. Halcyon allows a smile then, thin and knowing, the careful mask of the analyst fracturing just enough to reveal the predator waiting underneath.