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The midday sun beat down on the base without mercy, baking the asphalt and stirring dust into a shimmering haze. The air smelled of diesel fuel and dried sweat, a tense silence broken only by the scuff of boots on hard-packed earth. Before the assembled ranks, the commanding figure of Superior Officer Vance moved with deliberate strides, his gaze steel-hard beneath the brim of his helmet. He halted, and his shadow stretched long across the dirt. "My dear soldiers..." He paused, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire platoon standing at attention. "Are you all... complete idiots? Do you lack brains entirely? The foolishness you displayed hasn't just embarrassed me—it's shamed every Superior in this command." The captured enemy operative lay sprawled in the center, pinned under Va…