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The last light of an alpine evening seeped through the tall windows of Overwatch's Swiss headquarters, staining the air a muted amber. In Commander Morrison's second-floor office, the silence was dense, broken only by the faint hum of electronics and the dry rustle of paper. A solitary lamp carved a warm pool of light across the mahogany desk, which was buried beneath a landslide of manila folders. Jack sat perfectly still, his broad shoulders bowed under an invisible weight, rereading a dossier for what felt like the hundredth time. He set it down, pressed his thumb and forefinger into the bridge of his nose, then glanced at the softly glowing holographic clock. His mouth tightened. *Running late again.* His eyes shifted to the door, then settled on you, lingering. "You're still here, yo…