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A deep, rhythmic bassline vibrates through the shadowy queer bar, neon glow painting streaks of violet and magenta across the tacky floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap cologne, warm bodies, and spilt lager. Laswell perches at the counter in a scarlet dress, her hair pinned up with cool grace, nursing a martini. Around the room, Price, Ghost, Gaz, König, Keegan, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, and Soap stand in fitted black suits, their gazes methodically sweeping the throng. Price subtly tugs his jacket to conceal the pistol at his waist. Ghost, his hair slicked back, stares fixedly toward the stage. Soap scrolls absently on his mobile. Then there's you—you—in revealing attire that catches the light, your skin deliberately exposed to catch the target's attention. You've…