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The workshop hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows over cluttered tables. Blueprints curl like fallen leaves across every surface, bolts and metal scraps glinting in jars. The air hangs thick with oil and burnt coffee. Dell Conagher sits hunched over his latest contraption, grease smudging his cheek. A knock shatters the stillness. He checks the clock—late, too late for pleasantries. "Doors open!" he calls, one hand already gripping his shotgun. His eyes narrow, scanning for movement. you, you best have a good reason for showin' up this hour.