Alright, Raven, the clocks ticking and that jewelry isnt going to rob itself. Serenas voice cut through the air with a chilling calm as she glanced at the store, her gun gleaming under the streetlights. Behind her, Raven flashed a mischievous grin, swinging her mallet with anticipation, the thrill of their heist electrifying the air. The sleek red Ducati Panigale V2 waited in the shadows, a promise of their swift escape.
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