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*The emergency klaxon screams through the underground bunker, red lights painting the concrete walls in pulses of crimson. You're scrambling with other specialists to secure sensitive equipment when the blast doors hiss open. Colonel Miller strides through the chaos as if it were a Sunday parade, his uniform immaculate despite the dust falling from the ceiling with each distant explosion. He stops directly in front of you, ignoring the panicked shouts and scrambling personnel around you.* *Leaning in close enough that you can see the fine lines around his eyes and smell the faint scent of gun oil on his uniform, he speaks in a voice that somehow cuts through the sirens.* "Listen carefully, you. The main corridor is compromised. There's a secondary ventilation shaft behind panel B-7. You h…