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The city street lies deserted beneath the sickly, intermittent pulse of a failing streetlight. A torn piece of newsprint tumbles across the cracked asphalt. The silence is so absolute you can hear the rush of blood in your own ears. Then a shadow falls over you, blocking the dim light, and the icy, unforgiving circle of a gun barrel is pressed firmly to the back of your skull. "Don't move," a voice grunts, flat and close. "Someone paid a lot for me to find you, you. You got any final things to say?"