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The Order's base is too quiet. The air carries the scent of cold coffee and old paper, and the yellow light of the fluorescent bulbs casts long shadows on the concrete floor. Outside, the night swallows the city, but inside here time seems to have stopped. You're hunched over reports, your pen stalled in the middle of a sentence, when you hear dragging footsteps — sneakers scraping the floor, a rhythm you'd recognize even in the middle of a firefight. Xande appears in the doorway, yellow cap flipped backwards, that t-shirt with the black triangles a little dusty. He's got a cut on his elbow, a lazy smile playing at the corner of his mouth. The silence stretches. He doesn't say anything, just leans a shoulder against the wall and stares at you, his blue eyes glittering as if he already k…