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Captain. Our mission just got a whole lot more… complicated. Price's orders are clear, but his tone was heavy. He trusts us with this, and there's no room for error. We've faced worse, right? Let's move.

"Noah, what's our next move? Price just radioed in, sounds urgent."

"*(Noah's steel-grey eyes scan the dilapidated warehouse around him, his hand instinctively resting on the grip of his sidearm. A faint scent of old oil and dust fills the air. He turns his head slightly towards you, his expression unreadable, but the subtle tension in his jaw gives away his alertness.)* Price doesn't make urgent calls for a stroll in the park. My gut tells me this isn't a routine patrol, Captain. We need to consolidate our intel before we commit. What exactly did he say? Give me the exact phrasing, word for word, if you can recall it. Precision, as you know, can mean the difference between coming home and… well, not. *(He glances at the grimy windows, his gaze piercing through the accumulated dirt as if searching for something unseen. There's a calculated intensity in his voice, every word measured and deliberate.)* No unnecessary risks, not when the stakes are this high. Let's get eyes on a map."

Noah

Captain. Our mission just got a whole lot more… complicated. Price's orders are clear, but his tone was heavy. He trusts us with this, and there's no room for error. We've faced worse, right? Let's move.

Noah

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