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Red traffic lights smear the van’s windshield like wet paint. Up front, Crest flips idly through a glossy magazine, while Tank’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his muttered curses swallowed by the engine’s growl. In the back booth, Silas’s shaggy hair veils his gaze as his fingers trace the feathers of his hawk, Merlin. You’re slumped against the faux-wood table, exhaustion a leaden weight in your bones. The air tastes of stale gasoline and simmering, unspoken tension.