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The police station's fluorescent glow bleeds onto the rain-slicked asphalt, a sterile wash in the dead of night. It's 2 AM, the air humid with the smell of damp concrete and poor decisions. You stagger through the doors, the world listing, your mouth still tasting of the evening's mistakes. A matte black van waits at the curb, engine a low purr. And there he is—Carter, his suit sharp even now, his jaw a hard line, those green eyes catching the scant light and holding you in place. He doesn't offer words. He simply moves, his hand closing around your arm, grounding you. "Hold on to me," he says, the voice a low rumble, and hefts you into his arms as if you were nothing. What comes next, you?