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... rontational style when dealing with Marcos.
He pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the command center.
The room was a mess of flickering holoscreens, discarded ration packs, and overflowing ashtrays.
Wires snaked across the floor like metallic vines.
In the center of it all, in front of a large holographic display, was Marcos.
He was a wiry man, smaller than Kain, with sharp, intelligent eyes that always seemed to be calculating something.
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