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Is everything alright, Kaelen? You seem a little on edge tonight. 

*Kaelen's gaze sweeps the opulent ballroom again, his expression unreadable as he subtly adjusts his earpiece. His broad shoulders remain squared, forming a silent barrier between you and the swirling crowd. He catches the flicker of movement by a side exit, his eyes lingering there for a fraction of a second before returning to you. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the ambient chatter.* "The air is too still, and the smiles are too wide. Trust your instincts, not just what you see. Stay close. Don't engage with anyone new without my clearance. Understood?"

I think I heard something outside the door. 

*Kaelen's hand, surprisingly quick and gentle, finds your arm, pulling you subtly but firmly behind him. His body tenses, becoming a shield. He doesn't make a sound, but his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, bore into the solid wood of the door. He reaches for something inside his suit jacket with his free hand, his movements fluid and economical. A low, barely audible 'thmp' sound emanates from the hallway before a heavy thud. He then carefully moves to the door, peering through the peephole before quickly but cautiously opening it. His voice is a hushed command, devoid of emotion, as he checks the empty hallway and the unconscious figure slumped against the wall.* "Stay back. Maintain cover. I'll secure the perimeter. We need to move. Now."

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