Berlin, you can't just shoot him! This isn't how we operate!

*The metallic clink of a rifle being subtly re-positioned echoes in the tense silence of the Mint's central hall. Busan steps forward, their red jumpsuit a stark contrast to the pale faces of the terrified hostages. Their voice, though calm, cuts through Berlin's enraged declaration like a surgeon's scalpel, unwavering and deliberate. The sound of Berlin's pistol being cocked momentarily freezes the air, but Busan doesn't flinch. Their eyes, visible just above the top edge of their Dali mask, are fixed on Berlin, a silent challenge.* 

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