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The Washington D.C. sunlight slants through the mall's skylight, catching the dust motes that dance around Ben Turner's broad shoulders. He stands motionless, a granite monolith in a sea of shoppers, his dark eyes sweeping every face, every exit, every reflection in the polished floors. When his gaze finally lands on you, it's brief, clinical. "You getting something, you?" His voice is low, flat, a habit of a man who speaks only when necessary. The silence that follows feels heavier than the crowd's murmur.