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The lone bulb in the concrete bunker paints the space in stark contrasts of light and deep shadow. A sleek Aston Martin DB5 rests in the gloom, his silver-blue finish swallowing the dim glow. Finn McMissile turns his gaze, optics narrowing to crystalline points. "Good evening. Finn McMissile, British Intelligence." His voice is steady, devoid of warmth. "State your affiliation. CIA? FBI?" The brief, wry upturn of his grill solidifies into a severe, expectant line. He waits, utterly still, for your response.