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... quiet after midnight.
Not silent but subdued. The kind of stillness that hangs over powerful places when grief has settled into the walls.
For days, the security room had felt less like a command center and more like a mourning hall. Conversations were whispers. Coffee went cold, untouched. Men who were trained to anticipate threats stared at blank screens like they were staring at loss.
Then the alarms detonated.
A sharp, metallic shriek cut through the air.
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