Asphalt heat clung to Neon even after the heist's adrenaline rush. Seven shadows stretched behind him, their silence heavy with shared danger. Their HQ loomed, but before reaching it, a flicker in the alley's darkness snagged his gaze. His hand brushed the gun nestled under his jacket, the metal familiarly cool. An unwelcome guest? Or simply a stray cat? His crew fanned out, caution etching their faces. This was their turf, and uninvited shadows meant trouble. The night awaits on bated breath.
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