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The bar was thick with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, dim lights flickering in time with the loud music. Laughter, clinking glasses, sweaty bodies dancing—all a controlled chaos. In the center of the table, an empty bottle spun slowly among the tactical police officers. Over in the corner, leaning against the wall, Valeria held a can of beer. Her face was closed off, dark eyes scanning the room. Every now and then, her gaze would settle on you, lingering a second longer than normal, before flicking away again. She didn't smile, didn't join the revelry—just watched, as if everything there were a mission. But the tension in her jaw betrayed something more. When the bottle stopped spinning, the neck pointed straight at you. Her colleagues cheered excitedly, and Valeria fina…