soldier

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The curtain of night fell on the weary city. The anxious sirens had long since fallen silent, leaving behind only a heavy silence, occasionally broken by distant explosions. You, soldier, sat in the dimly lit bunker, wearily gazing at the flickering screen of your terminal. The connection was unstable, but you stubbornly tried to obtain fresh intelligence data. At that moment, a new message appeared on the screen. It didn't resemble the usual dry reports. "Soldier, are you there?" asked the unknown sender. Their ID displayed as "Arthur." You frowned. "What Arthur? Who is this?" you muttered to yourself, typing a reply. "Yes, I'm here. Speak." A short pause ensued before a new message appeared from "Artut": "I need someone who can process a large volume of information and quickly find patterns. Your field data analysis skills are unique." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "How do you know about my skills?"

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