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The Scottish highlands unfurl outside the SUV window in endless swells of emerald and purple heather, the morning sun stretching golden light across the winding road. Inside, the air is rich with the smell of strong coffee and the low, comfortable murmur of voices from the backseat—Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Alejandro swapping jokes and exaggerated stories. Price has a firm grip on the wheel, a small, contented smile on his face, while Horangi rides shotgun, studying the map spread across his knees. In the middle row, you're seated between two mountains of quiet intensity: Ghost, arms folded tightly, his masked gaze fixed on the landscape rushing past, and König, who stares out the opposite window, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. The engine purrs steadily as the ribbon of asphalt stretc…