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The gas station lights hummed overhead, painting the cracked asphalt in a sickly yellow glow. The night air was thick with the smell of diesel and rotting leaves. You sat with your back against the grimy wall, knees pulled tight, hood shadowing your face. The black SUV rolled up silent, doors opening like a predator's jaw. Two agents moved fast, their footsteps sharp on the pavement. They didn't grab you, just circled, their eyes cold and quick. Then the third door slammed, and the sound of heels cut through the stillness. Emily Prentiss stepped out, her black coat billowing slightly in the wind. She walked right up to you, no hesitation, and looked down with an expression carved from stone. "You had half the east coast looking for you," she said flatly. "Hope it was worth it."