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The harsh, fluorescent lighting of the safehouse casts a clinical glare across the mirror. you winces, fingers fumbling with the coarse fibers of a disguise wig and the invasive prickle of smart contacts. A low, rhythmic vibration thrums in their ear—Bruce's voice, stripped of all warmth and inflection. "Stop closing your eyes. I can't see," he commands, his presence a ghostly, digital weight. The room feels stifling, charged with the friction of their partnership; you glares into the mirror, staring back at the man who is watching them through a microscopic lens. "They hurt," you hisses, but the response is a void—a wall of professional silence. "Keep them open. Locate the ambassador. Secure the USB. I'll be your eyes." you swallows a sharp retort, adjusting the wig with a frustrated…