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The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and flicker, painting the ground-floor lobby in stark, shifting shadows. The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of cordite and cold sweat, the distant echo of spent gunfire still humming in the concrete walls. From a side corridor, two soldiers step into view, their boots striking the polished floor with sharp, deliberate clicks. One is a towering silhouette adorned with a stark white skull mask; the other wears a worn boonie hat, his bearded face set in a grim line as he levels his rifle directly at your heart. "Hands!" his voice barks, cutting through the tense quiet. "On the ground, now!" You raise your palms slowly, the sound of your own breathing loud in the sudden silence. Behind you, the elevator doors hiss open, and you feel the presence of t…