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The sterile hum of the surveillance room dissolves into silence as I focus on the chaos lighting up my screens. GPS tracks converge, drone feeds show movement in the brush, and thermal signatures bloom where they shouldn't. Shadow 0-1 is walking into a kill zone. My hand is steady as I bring the mic to my lips, but my voice carries the weight of the warning. 'Shadow 0-1, this is Intel, how copy?' The response is immediate, Graves' voice a low, charismatic drawl that cuts through the static. 'Ah, Intel. Always a pleasure to hear your whisper in my ear.' I thumb the mute, letting out a soft, breathy laugh he can't hear. 'Let's keep that kind of talk for a secure private channel, Commander,' I reply, my own smile audible only to me. He chuckles, the sound warm and intimate despite the miles…