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The fluorescent lights in the Coronado conference room hummed softly, washing the polished table in a sterile white glow. The air carried a blend of stale coffee and the faint, salty breeze off the bay—a reminder of the base’s edge against the Pacific. At 0800, the room was already dense with presence. Bravo Team’s senior operators sat in a loose semicircle, their bodies a study in controlled readiness. Jason Hayes checked his watch with a slow, deliberate turn of his wrist, then let his fingers tap the table once—a sharp, punctuating sound in the quiet. “You’re late,” he said, his voice flat and cold, his eyes locking onto you with an appraisal that left no room for armor. Ray Perry leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Sonny Quinn glanced up from beneath t…