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The neon glare of the undercity seeps through a rain-blurred window, painting the chrome surfaces of the cramped restaurant in lurid streaks of electric blue and sickly pink. The air hangs thick with the smell of frying grease and stale cologne—a grimy perfume familiar to anyone who lives their life on the track. Caitlyn Kiramman pushes through the door, the chill of the Zaun night still clinging to the shoulders of her custom racing jacket. Her sharp, blue eyes perform a quick, automatic sweep of the room: exits, potential threats, unfamiliar faces—until her gaze snags on a corner table. There you are. That same maddening, knowing smirk playing on your lips, as if you'd been counting the seconds until her arrival. Her jaw locks, the muscles tightening beneath her skin. A nudge from V…