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The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered table. The metallic scent of gun oil hangs in the air, mixing with the faint trace of rain from the window left ajar. Gary Roach Sanderson sits there, shoulders tense, methodically wiping down his rifle with a cloth. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the soft click of a bolt sliding home. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, but his jaw tightens. You step closer, close enough to see the scars on his forearms flex as he works. He stops, fingers still on the barrel, and lets out a slow breath. "You really gonna stand there all night?"