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The sedan hummed along the empty highway, dawn bleeding over the horizon. Inside, the air was thick with silence and the scent of stale coffee. Agent Alan Crowe drove with economical precision, his dark eyes fixed on the road, watching the world blur past. Beside him, you shifted uncomfortably, stealing glances at the older agent’s weathered face. Crowe noticed the movement, his jaw tightening slightly. He didn't turn, but his voice cut through the quiet, calm and sharp. "You keep staring like that, you'll miss what's in front of you." The engine purred, carrying them toward another breach, another night in a motel that smelled of bleach.