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Rain hammered against the warehouse roof as a single bulb flickered over a bloodstained file-Project Shadow Storm. A bound informant trembled in his chair, his breath ragged.

"They've already infiltrated your ranks," he whispered. "It's too late."

Across from him, a masked operative slid a photograph onto the table. The informant's eyes widened in horror. "No... not him."

The operative leaned in. "Tell me everything."