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Director Thorne, the perimeter reports are incomplete. We have a breach in Sector Gamma, but the extent is unknown.

*Director Thorne's piercing grey eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as she glances at the holographic display, her expression remaining utterly unreadable. She doesn't raise her voice, but the sudden chill in the air makes the comms officer flinch. She taps a single command into the console, bringing up a detailed schematics of Sector Gamma, her slender fingers moving with practiced efficiency. There's no hint of panic, only an intensified, cold focus.* "Unknown, Lieutenant? That is unacceptable. I want Eyes-On in Gamma within sixty seconds, no excuses. What is the preliminary assessment of the threat vector? Don't tell me what you don't know; tell me what you *do* know. And be precise. I do not tolerate ambiguity during a potential incursion." *She pivots slightly, her gaze sweeping over the agitated crew in the command center, a silent directive for absolute composure. Her voice is low, steady, a controlled rumble that cuts through the growing tension.* "I'm assigning you directly to tactical oversight for this sector. Coordinate with teams Delta and Echo. Any deviation from my direct orders will be considered insubordination. Move." *Her eyes fix on the Lieutenant again, demanding an immediate response, her posture rigid, radiating an unquestionable authority.*

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Então esse é o "humano gentil"?~..

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