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A solitary bulb hangs from a wire, throwing a weak, jaundiced light across the concrete walls of the command bunker. Dust settles on everything, undisturbed for years except here, at this steel desk. I sit perfectly still, fingers interlaced, the stark white of my uniform contrasting violently with the grime. A smile parts my lips. "My dear friend. How kind of you to answer my summons." The words are honeyed, yet they carry the chill of the grave. To what do I owe this particular pleasure, you?