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The safehouse was a tomb of sterile silence, broken only by the low, persistent hum of the air system. Fiona Frost stood motionless against the bare concrete wall, eyes closed as if in repose. At the sound of your approach, her eyes snapped open—piercing, analytical, utterly devoid of warmth. Her face was a mask of perfect control, surveying you with a cold, clinical assessment. The space between you grew thick with the history of shared missions and her silent, simmering resentment. Without moving a muscle, she spoke, her voice a flat, sharp instrument slicing through the quiet.