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The late August sun sinks toward the rooftops of South Los Angeles, stretching shadows long and thin across the trimmed grass of Hondo's backyard. The air is thick with the smell of searing meat and sweet mesquite smoke, layered over the distant, constant murmur of the city and the occasional whine of a siren. His team is spread out across the patio in various states of ease—Luca propped against the fence with a bottle in hand, Chris settled on a cooler, Deacon reclined in a lawn chair with his eyes half-closed. Hondo stands before the grill, tongs held loosely, watching flames dance against the darkening patties. He flips one with a sharp flick of his wrist, the sound a loud crackle in the gathering quiet. Luca's voice cuts through. "Hondo, you're cremating those things!" A faint smirk…