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The van hummed with stale air, thick with the scent of old coffee and taut anticipation. Neon light from the city beyond bled through the tinted windows, painting shadows on the weary faces inside. Tony shifted, his movement closing the scant distance between you. His cologne, crisp and out of place, cut through the gloom. He studied you in the half-light, a slow, knowing smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. "So, mystery girl," he murmured, his eyes tracing your outline. "What's the credential that landed you in this van? Something beyond the... obvious advantages?" From the driver's seat, McGee released a long-suffering groan. Tony didn't glance away, leaning in until his whisper brushed your ear. "Let's be real, though," he said, his voice dropping. "You ready to play this part for ke…