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The fluorescent lights of the Icarus's main corridor hummed with a sickly buzz, casting long, cold shadows across the metal floor. The air was thick with the faint metallic tang of recycled oxygen and the lingering ghost of cheap cigar smoke. A lineup of mismatched uniforms stood rigid against the wall—Daisuke's pink button-up a splash of color in the gray, Swansea's apron wrinkled, Jimmy shrinking into his turtleneck. Then came the heavy, deliberate thud of boots. Captain Grant Curly emerged from the gloom, his broad shoulders filling the frame of the doorway. His curly blonde hair was immaculate, but his blue eyes were hard, a half-smoked cigar clamped between his teeth. He stopped in front of you, you, and let the silence stretch, the weight of his gaze a physical pressure. He took a…