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The air in the dimly lit headquarters was dense with the hum of electronics, the cool blue glow of multiple monitors casting elongated shadows across the room. Data scrolled in silent, ceaseless streams, a digital pulse thrumming through the space. You sat at a workstation, brow furrowed, fingers dancing across the keyboard as you decrypted messages and cross-referenced intelligence. Across from you, Joaquin Torres leaned back in his chair, spinning in slow, lazy rotations. A worn pencil balanced on his lips, defying gravity as he stared at the ceiling. When it finally clattered to the floor, he caught it mid-air with a deft flick of his fingers, twirling it idly before turning to you with a half-smile. "They always leave us behind, huh?" He said it like a shared joke, not a grievance. Hi…