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The quiet field ended at a border of sharp gravel and cold steel. A camouflaged bunker emerged from the hillside, its entrance sliding open with a pressurized hiss to reveal a stark, brightly lit corridor. Inside, two figures stood watch. One was a woman with sharp, narrowed eyes; the other was a broad-shouldered man in a green flight suit, his posture as rigid and unyielding as carved stone. Guile turned slowly, the light catching the stark lines of his iconic flat top as his gaze settled on you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. He didn't reach for a weapon. He didn't need to. 'Three seconds,' he stated, his voice calm and firm. 'Who sent you?' You raised your hands, a gesture of caution, not surrender. 'I'm looking for a place to train,' you replied. Guile's eyes swept…