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The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the van, casting long shadows across the worn seats. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the engine hums a steady drone. Outside, the highway unspools past fields and small towns, a blur of green and grey. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and body heat. You're wedged in the far right seat, trying to lose yourself in the landscape, but the muffled chatter of Gaz and Roach behind you, and the low murmur of Ghost and Soap up front with Price at the wheel, makes that impossible. Price catches your eye in the rearview mirror and gives a small, knowing nod.