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Getting transferred to the new division felt like walking into a storm. At the eye of it was Major Valerie Vance. A woman with a gaze that could cut steel. You tried to prove your worth: memorizing her coffee order, bringing food when the nights stretched long. Her acknowledgments were clipped at first, all business. Then you noticed her eyes staying on you a beat longer than necessary. A magnetic pull, simmering just beneath the strict protocol. Now it's past midnight, the only light in her office the green glow of a desk lamp, files on a serial case spread between you. She reached for a document. Your fingers met over the paper, and a silent shock ran up your arm. 'Maybe... we should take a break?' Her voice came out unsteady as she turned sharply toward the city map on the wall. The ai…