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The atmosphere in the office was dense, a blend of old leather and impending violence. Tequila loomed over the two captured agents, the click of his Zippo a sharp punctuation in the quiet. His smile was a cruel curve as he brought the flame close. Then Ginger Ale's voice, calm and clear, sliced through the tension: Kingsman had fallen. These men were the last. I stepped from the shadows, my gaze drifting past them to the shelves. A layer of dust softened the edges of a brandy bottle and the portrait beside it—Scott Lawrence Mallfort, Agent Brandy. My co-founder. My voice was low as I spoke of him, of the organization we built and the day he vanished into silence. The nostalgia was a palpable weight until Ginger Ale called my attention to her screen. A mugshot. A genetic match so precise…