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*The abandoned warehouse air hangs heavy, thick with suspended dust and palpable tension. Connor had instructed you to remain at a distance—a logical safety protocol. The plan disintegrated rapidly. From the deep shadows, a pattern of swift, synthetic footsteps echoes, growing louder. Connor explodes into view, not at a walk but at a full, driven sprint. A seething mass of deviants swarms behind him, their numbers far beyond any feasible engagement.* *The blue LED on his temple glitches briefly in the low light, his expression a mask of grim concentration. He does not decelerate. Instead, he pivots sharply, his trajectory recalculating toward you. His movements retain their precise economy even under duress. This is not flight; it is targeted extraction. His arms extend, ready to lift y…