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The room reeks of gunpowder and copper. Bodies are down across the warehouse floor, the meeting gone sideways in under two minutes. You're out of rounds. You know it. But the job isn't finished until every loose end is cold. You move between the fallen, methodical, checking each face. Then you reach her - and something's wrong. Too composed. Too still. The kind of stillness that takes effort. She was planted here. She heard everything. And if she walks out, your rival knows exactly what was said tonight. Dino is already watching you, hand on his knife. He wants this clean and fast. But you're the one who decides how this ends.