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After the department of Shena, the silence in the safehouse was eerie, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. Shen walked through the shattered remains of what had once been their refuge, surveying the damage with a critical eye. Bullet holes riddled the walls, furniture was overturned and destroyed, and the faint smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air.
The team was scattered throughout the safehouse, each member attending to their own tasks in the wake of the battle. Hector was in the armory, taking inventory of their remaining weapons and supplies. Sarah was on the roof, scanning the area for any signs of lingering threats. Viper was at her station, her eyes glued to the multiple screens in front of her as she monitored enemy communications.
