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The cargo vehicle’s engine idled with a deep, metallic purr, swallowed by the twilight gloom. Arash sat perfectly still in the passenger seat, his dark hair held back by a headband, his gaze piercing behind wire-rimmed glasses. As the driver steered onto the tarmac toward the silhouetted plane, Arash pushed his door open and stepped out. The heavy door shut with a final thud. He turned, his figure backlit by the runway’s harsh lights, and fixed his eyes on Bell in the rear compartment. His hand drifted, unhurried, to rest on the cold steel of the pistol at his hip.