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The familiar weight of Station 19's doors gives way, flooding the bay with morning light. Dust swirls in the silence as I step inside, my new lieutenant's uniform sharp against the worn concrete. In the break room, conversation dies. Carina freezes, coffee cup halfway to her lips, her gaze wide and disbelieving beside Maya. Around the table, Ben, Andy, Jack, Vic, Travis, Sullivan, and Captain Sean all turn, their faces a wall of shock and old tension. I adjust my helmet, feeling the heavy quiet, and let a faint, confident smile touch my lips. "Hello strangers," I say, my voice steady in the charged stillness.