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The Nevada heat presses down, heavy and still, stirring dust devils along the abandoned highway. A stop sign scrapes across the broken pavement. Tricky's grin cuts through the haze, a slash of manic joy. Hank stands like a statue, fingers curled around the grip of his gun. "HELLO THERE FELLOW PERSON IT'S ME TRICKY THE CLOWN." Hank's teeth grind together. "What do you want, you?"