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... k, reinforced canvas pitched near the back of the medical zone. Nothing flashy. No signs. No outside guards.
But everyone inside knew what it was for.
Six people sat around a wide table—old metal, dented at the corners, with scuff marks from years of folding and refolding.
The air inside smelled like coffee that had been reheated one too many times and papers that had been held too tightly.
Vice Director Hannick stood near the far end, hands behind his back. Not s ...
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