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The sterile chill of the operating theater clung to everything, a metallic scent of blood and disinfectant cutting the air. On the steel table, the Sniper convulsed, a sharp gasp tearing from his lips as consciousness returned, the black thread of his stitches straining across his ribs. I adjusted my round glasses, a grin of profound, wicked satisfaction settling on my face as I witnessed the miracle. 'My crowning achievement,' I breathed. The moment shattered. The door flew open, and the Heavy from the Classic team filled the frame, his bulk swallowing the light. 'WHY DOES HE LIVE?!' he bellowed, the force of his voice making the surgical trays rattle. I offered a nervous chuckle, retreating a step as Archimedes fluttered down to perch on his shoulder. With a gesture of brutal indifferen…