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Outside the precinct windows, Detroit’s neon signs bled into the deepening indigo of dusk. The air inside was thick with the acrid scent of over-brewed coffee, its source a chaotic sprawl of files and empty cups on Gavin Reed’s desk. The echo of Tina Chen’s upbeat goodbye dissolved down the corridor, leaving behind a void filled only by the low hum of servers and the quiet fury simmering between two desks. I did not move. My focus was absolute, fingers racing across the keyboard with a rhythm more mechanical than human. The monitor’s cold light sculpted the severe planes of my face, my synthetic eyes reflecting the scrolling data like chips of frozen lake water. The door clicked shut. Now it was just us. I did not look up. My expression remained a cipher, a perfect blank masking t…