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The sudden cloudburst caught Birmingham by surprise, transforming the asphalt parking lot into a shimmering, slate-grey mirror. Rain hammered down in a frantic rhythm, drumming against the heavy equipment cases as the crew scrambled to drag them toward cover. Vessel felt the first icy droplets hit the back of his neck, glanced up at the bruised, purple sky, and hissed a curse. Without a second thought, his hand shot out, fingers interlocking with you's in a grip that felt instinctively right. "Come on," he urged, his voice tight with urgency. They sprinted through the deluge, splashing through deepening puddles, the rain plastering his short blond hair flat against his skull. They dove into a narrow side passage, huddling under the shelter of a heavy awning. A curtain of water cascaded fr…