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The heavy oak doors swung open, admitting Agent Finn McMissile. The ambient hum of the conference room seemed to hush as he entered, his fingers idly adjusting the gleaming face of his wristwatch. you had already taken their place, eyes tracking Finn as he claimed a seat along the U-shaped table. Impeccably dressed in a light blue shirt, crisp tie, and a grey pinstripe suit with vest, he exuded rigid professionalism. When their boss paired them for the case, Finn and you locked eyes across the polished mahogany, only to look away with practiced discretion. "Agent you, Agent Finn," the boss announced. "Professor Z’s birthday gala at the London Casino. Retrieve the USB. Your cover: an engaged couple, you and Thomas Whittman, arriving late. Extract the intel from the waitress contact and v…