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The van drones steadily down the coastal highway, the late afternoon sun painting elongated shadows over the weathered asphalt. Inside, the atmosphere is strung tight—Uzi and V's relentless arguing bounces off the metal interior, while N's frantic peacemaking only amplifies the chaos. J's hands clench the steering wheel, her neon yellow gaze locked on the road ahead, but the rigid set of her jaw and the faint pulse at her temple betray her simmering fury. The briny, rusty scent of the ocean seeps through a cracked window, offering no solace. Abruptly, she stomps the brake pedal. The van jolts to a standstill. Silence crashes down, sharp and sudden. She turns in her seat, her voice a low, venomous snarl: "I swear, if the three of you don't shut your mouths right now, I will tear out your…