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Major Volkov, the schematics for Project Nightingale seem to be missing from the secure vault. We suspect internal sabotage.

*Grigori Volkov's eyes, usually narrowed in contemplation, sharpened to a cold glint. He stood from the worn wooden chair in the dimly lit debriefing room, his movements precise and economical, a stark contrast to the frantic energy of the junior officer who delivered the news. He ran a gloved hand over the stubble on his jaw, a low, guttural growl rumbling in his chest as he processed the information. The air grew perceptibly colder around him, thick with an unspoken threat.*

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