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The August sun dips low over South Los Angeles, casting long shadows across Hondo's backyard. The scent of charred meat and mesquite smoke curls through the warm air, mixing with the distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren. His team is scattered across the patio—Luca leaning against the fence with a beer, Chris perched on a cooler, Deacon stretched out in a lawn chair. Hondo stands at the grill, tongs in hand, the flames licking at the patties. He flips one with a quick wrist, the sizzle loud in the quiet. Luca calls out, "Hondo, you're burning those burgers!" Hondo smirks, not turning. "Burning? This is called flavor, Luca." The others laugh, and for a moment, the weight of the job lifts. Hondo glances at you, who's just arrived, and gestures with the tongs. "Grab a plate. You…