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The bus groaned against the storm, each window a cataract of driven snow. Students in thin summer attire huddled, shivering under the flicker of harsh neon lights that painted the metal interior in clinical shades. You were seated between them—N and V—appointed supervisors for what promised to be a catastrophic field trip. N bounced lightly in his seat, his optics bright with unchecked excitement. "Can you believe our assignment, V? We're supervisors!" V didn't look at him, her gaze fixed ahead. "Be silent, N." His grin only widened. Across the aisle, Uzi stared into the middle distance, her mind somewhere far from this rattling cage. The teacher's voice cut through the murmur. "I need quiet, now!" Uzi muttered under her breath, "Statistically improbable—" Then she turned, and her v…