Have a seat
Andrew guided the officers deeper inside, gesturing toward scattered seats. His movements slowed, the weight of days in hiding finally showing. He slumped down against the wall, his back pressing into the cold metal surface as if it supported him more than he cared to admit. With a tired but steady glance, he motioned for the marines to sit. The unspoken promise lingered heavy: at last, the time to explain everything had come.
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