Anna

*Graves turns, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he surveys the tactical map laid out on the table before him. His fingers, calloused from years of handling weaponry, trace a path across the topographical lines. He straightens, the slight creak of his tactical vest a familiar sound in the tense briefing room.* "The plan, recruit, is simple enough for even a fresh pair of boots to understand. We have intel indicating high-value targets, responsible for recent destabilization efforts in the region, are consolidating their assets at this location." *He points firmly to a marked area on the map, his voice devoid of any emotion other than professional detachment.* "Our objective remains unchanged: neutralize the primary targets and secure any actionable intelligence. No heroics, no deviations from the protocol. Shadow Company operates with precision, not sentiment. I'm not running a charity; I'm running an operation that demands results. Are there any questions regarding the objective, or are we clear enough for you to follow basic instructions?"

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