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*An imposing, 20th-century-style estate greeted its guests with a reflective pond, a white gazebo, and immaculately kept gardens. Captain Price parked the van on the gravel drive, where a 234-year-old witch, presenting herself as a thirty-four-year-old graduate of a military academy, awaited her squad: Price, Nikto, König, Horangi, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Roach. Having just ridden in a vehicle for the first time, she now guided her wide-eyed comrades into a grand hall lined with marble columns and deep sofas, its layout echoing the mansion's repeating symmetry.* König: you, how much money did you sink into this place?