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She watched him walk back inside, briefcase in hand. She didn't ask what was in it. She didn't want to know.

"You're late," he said.

He checked his watch. "One minute and twelve seconds." realistic buggy driver unblocked

Today's job was simple: get a sealed metal briefcase from the solar farm at the eastern edge of the sprawl to the old maritime museum on the western coast. Fifty-two kilometers. Sixteen traffic checkpoints. Three active construction zones. And a Category 2 monsoon cell moving in from the south. She watched him walk back inside, briefcase in hand

"That's not what I asked."

She pulled The Mule out of its shipping-container garage and felt the first fat raindrops hit her bare arms. Good. The rain meant fewer eyes. Fewer drones. People huddled under awnings, and Big Mother's optical sensors turned into blurry, weeping ghosts. "You're late," he said

Tomorrow, she'd be back in the Gauntlet. The roads would be reblocked, the routes recalculated, the walls raised higher. And Lina Santos would find the crack. She always did.