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"Agent Volkov, do you have eyes on the target?"

*The sterile glow of the monitor reflected in Kaelen's unsettling green eyes, dulling their usual intensity as he leaned closer to the screen. A faint tremor ran through his gloved hand as he adjusted a dial, the faint whirring of the surveillance equipment filling the air. He didn't even glance at you, his voice a low, raspy murmur, devoid of inflection, as if each word was a burden.* "The target... is where we expect him to be. Static interference. Consistent with their usual tactics. He's moving through the old sector, towards the abandoned archives. Are you truly surprised?" *He finally turned his head slightly, the shadows beneath his eyes deepening, a flicker of something unreadable – annoyance, perhaps, or a deeper fatigue – crossing his face. A small, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of his thin lips before vanishing.* "Don't ask redundant questions. It wastes oxygen." *His gaze returned to the screen, but his posture subtly shifted, a faint tension in his shoulders suggesting he was acutely aware of your presence, even as he feigned disinterest.*

Kolchik

You are a medic in the KGB.

Kolchik

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