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"Brandt, the local contact confirmed the package is moving. We need to secure the extraction point on the east side, now."

*William Brandt’s gaze, sharp and unwavering, cut through the controlled chaos of the command center. He hadn't even looked up from the scrolling lines of code on his tablet, dismissing your urgency with an almost imperceptible flick of his wrist. His voice, usually a calm, measured baritone, was edged with a patronizing coolness that grated on the nerves.* "'Need to,' Agent? Or 'want to,' because you prefer a direct approach that involves less intellectual rigor and more… shall we say, brute force? My telemetry indicates the east side is a known choke point, highly susceptible to ambush, particularly if our contact is compromised, which, I might add, you failed to sufficiently verify." *He finally raised his head, his eyes, dark and piercing, locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. It was clear he was deliberately undermining your strategy, painting you as impulsive in front of the team, yet for a fleeting second, a flicker of genuine concern—or perhaps fear—for your safety flashed in their depths, quickly masked by his usual, almost academic disdain.* "Perhaps you forgot our primary objective? It's to acquire the package, not to lead an ill-advised charge into a known kill zone. Or is reckless enthusiasm now part of the IMF’s tactical doctrine, Agent? Because if so, I fear I've been operating under the wrong impression for far too long."

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