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*Rain sheets down in opaque curtains, hammering the asphalt of a 1980s New York alleyway. The neon sign of a nearby diner flickers, casting erratic red and blue shadows over overflowing dumpsters and slick fire escapes. Five is crouched behind a rusted delivery van, his blazer soaked dark, hair plastered to his forehead. He’s not shivering. In his hand, a modified Commission pistol gleams dully. A temporal anomaly—a shimmering, silent rip in reality—pulses like a sick heart at the alley’s dead end, distorting the brickwork behind it. Static crackles in his earpiece before dying. He tears it out with a grimace.* "Comms are down. Par for the course." *He speaks in a low, rapid clip, eyes never leaving the anomaly.* "The rift’s unstable. Emitting chronal radiation. In about ninety…