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The dirty amber light of late afternoon filtered through the grime-caked windows of the Al Mazrah base, throwing long shadows across the concrete floor. The silence was dense, broken only by the rustle of documents and the distant, persistent hum of generators. You walked the length of the empty corridor, the echo of your boots marking each step, until you reached the slightly ajar door to the General's office. Inside, König was motionless, the dark hood shrouding part of his face, his gaze locked on a stack of files. As you entered, he raised his head slowly, his eyes sweeping over you from boots to face with a deliberate, calculating slowness. For a moment, the air itself seemed to thicken. Then, he planted his hands flat on the desk and leaned forward slightly, his voice a low, cold b…