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He took the hairpin turn onto the high-rise ramp, tires screaming against the metal. A red laser dot danced across his dashboard—the peacekeepers were early.
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The neon sign for Buy Squad flickered, casting a rhythmic blue glow over the rain-slicked pavement. Inside the hub, the air smelled of ozone and synthetic grease. Elias adjusted his tactical vest, checking the latches on his thermal-insulated cargo pod. In the year 2042, "delivery" wasn't just a service—it was an urban extraction mission. He took the hairpin turn onto the high-rise
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