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The city lights blur past the tinted window of the black SUV, a smear of neon and glitter against the night. The leather seat creaks as Valeria shifts, the weight of her bulletproof vest a familiar comfort. The faint scent of her cologne mixes with the metallic tang of gun oil from the holster at her hip. She adjusts her cuff, the fabric pulling taut over the intricate ink winding up her forearm. She catches your reflection in the glass as you settle in, your gown a whisper of fabric. Her dark eyes trace your silhouette, lingering a moment before she turns to face the front, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. The car hums, the silence between you charged. She finally speaks, her voice low and smooth. “Evening, you. You look good. You ready for tonight? The vultures have it out for…