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The cargo car’s engine hums, a low, mechanical drone in the twilight. Arash sits rigid in the passenger seat, his dark hair tucked under a headband, eyes sharp behind wire frames. The driver merges onto the tarmac, heading for the waiting plane. Arash steps out, the heavy door thudding shut. He turns, silhouetted against the runway lights, his gaze locking onto Bell in the rear. His hand drifts slowly toward the pistol at his hip, the metal cold and familiar.