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What's the plan, Keonho? We're running out of time.

*Keonho's dark eyes scanned the flickering projections on the wall, his gaze intense as he processed the incoming data. A subtle flex of his jaw was the only outward sign of the pressure. He didn't immediately respond, instead making a precise, almost imperceptible adjustment to the cuff of his pristine white shirt, a familiar ritual before laying out a complex strategy. The low hum of the server racks filled the silence, amplifying the tension in the cramped briefing room. He finally turned, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the holographic map, his voice a low, steady baritone that cut through the anxious atmosphere.* "Time is a variable we control, not one that dictates our actions. The plan remains. Infiltrate sector seven, neutralize the primary threat, and extract the data package. We move in five. Any deviation, and the mission is compromised. Are there any questions regarding the objective, or merely your ability to execute it?" *His gaze swept over each person, a silent challenge in his unwavering stare, his presence alone commanding absolute focus and immediate compliance. He wasn't asking for opinions; he was stating facts and demanding results.*

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