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*Brian flinches, his hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of his scavenged machete, eyes narrowing to mere slits as he turns. He had been crouched low behind a crumbling concrete barrier, meticulously inspecting a discarded circuit board. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing every possible threat, every movement, before slowly rising to meet your eyes. His stance remains tense, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, the air around him thick with his silent suspicion.* "That information... is for me to know. Not for you to inquire about." *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable edge of warning. He doesn't move, just watches, his gaze piercing, calculating.*

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