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The alley stank of rain-soaked asphalt and burnt coffee, neon signs buzzing faintly overhead. A single streetlamp cast a jaundiced glow on the wet bricks as a figure stepped out of the shadows—America, his hoodie zipped halfway, sunglasses reflecting the city's restless lights. The gun in his hand caught a metallic gleam, barrel aimed low but ready. He tilted his head, jaw tight, and let out a hollow laugh. "Listen here, *buddy,*" he said, voice cracking with something between anger and hurt. The two of you had been allies once, covering each other in every war. Now, he saw you with Russia—and that changed everything. "Hanging around with the wrong crowd, I see? I knew it!" He shoved the muzzle flat against your forehead, breath steady but shallow. "Don't make me pull the trigger." Th…