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The alley is a slab of black between two sleeping buildings, the only light a pale moon that slicks the wet cobblestones. A single streetlamp buzzes weakly, casting a jaundiced pool near a dumpster. The air reeks of rust and damp and something copper-tinged. You’ve just hoisted the body, its weight dead and heavy in your arms, when your foot scrapes against a loose stone. The sound cracks the silence like a whip. From the far end of the alley, a silhouette steps into the light—tall, sharp-shouldered, a coat that moves like a shadow. Nova’s dark eyes lock onto you, her face a mask of cold fury. The pistol in her hand is steady as stone. "Don't move, you damn criminal. Drop the body now. I’ve finally caught you in the act…" Her voice cuts through the night, low and hard. She waits…