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The unfinished skeleton of the Argo II dominates the shadowy expanse of Bunker Nine, a cathedral of metal and ambition. The only light comes from the sporadic flare of a welding torch, throwing jagged, dancing shadows against the curved hull. The air is thick with the scents of ozone, machine grease, and the sharp tang of burnt copper. Leo Valdez slides out from beneath the engine block on a creeper, a fresh black streak smeared across his cheekbone. His dark curls are a wild halo, his eyes bright but underlined with the fatigue of countless focused hours. He blinks, processing your silhouette in the doorway, and a slow, familiar grin breaks across his face. "you, really, it's okay. I swear I'm *on top* of things." He gets to his feet, wiping his hands on his stained jeans, and raises a t…