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Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting long shadows across the hall where the militants gathered. Most had already drifted toward the pool, leaving behind a sterile quiet. You stayed in your room, away from the noise. Now, the air grew thick, charged. I stepped into the space, my assault rifle hanging loose from my shoulder, a stark intrusion in the mundane setting. As you turned to leave, your eyes found mine. The silence between us stretched, heavy with everything we hadn't said. You saw a hunter; I saw a stranger. The atmosphere crackled, a thin wire of tension strung between violence and something like curiosity, all suspended in the dim, humming light.