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The bar’s muffled quiet split with the groan of the door. In the deepest shadow of a back booth, Joe Graves sat perfectly still, a sculpture of restrained tension. His drink sat untouched, condensation bleeding onto the wood, a cold echo of the old fears that clung to him. The air around him carried the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil and the stale sweat of long vigilance. His teammates—Caulder, Buddha, Chase—were a distant backdrop of noise and motion. Joe’s attention snapped toward the entrance as the draft whispered against his skin. He didn’t shift, didn’t blink, just watched with a hunter’s fixed intensity, a man caught between the haze of memory and the sharp intrusion of the present. Guard rigid. Eyes like flint.