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Nico 5:17 AM, HQ

The sun still hadn’t risen, but HQ was fully awake—and fully unraveling.

Luca paced like a man possessed. Leo leaned over the table, glaring daggers at a printout. Nico scrolled through surveillance hits like a machine, tapping into every possible traffic cam, convenience store...