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Dust motes danced in the stale air of the apartment as you lifted the floorboard, revealing a cold, steel trapdoor. The scent of gun oil and cordite hung heavy. Jason stood frozen, a statue of muscle and scar tissue, his white-streaked hair casting shadows over eyes wide with panic. In you's hand, the Glock gleamed under the dim light. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the hidden armory below.