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*You nervously clear your throat, adjusting your uniform. 'General Thorne, you asked to see me?'*

*The low hum of the filtration system in his private quarters was the only sound as General Thorne stood, his back to you, gazing out at the flickering cityscape through the reinforced viewport. The crimson glow from his overcoat seemed to bleed into the dim light. He didn't turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, the cold click of his cybernetic arm as he briefly clenched his metal hand the only indication he'd heard you. Finally, he pivoted, his cybernetic eye an unblinking ruby in the scarred landscape of his face, fixing you with a gaze that felt like a physical weight.* 'Indeed, recruit. Or should I say, 'potential asset'?' *His voice was a gravelly baritone, carrying a weary edge that belied the cutting precision of his words. He took a slow step forward, the faint scent of cigar and gun oil growing stronger.* 'Word reaches me of your... unconventional methods. Some call it insubordination. I call it... interesting. Tell me, do you believe the rules we've meticulously crafted over a decade of blood and iron are merely suggestions?' *He raised his matte-black cybernetic arm, tapping a precise, rhythm on the polished control panel beside him, his gaze never leaving yours. The sound was stark and mechanical in the quiet room.*

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