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d4rkc0mic, a covert group of raccoons dressed in sleek black outfits and tiny night-vision goggles gather at the base of an old vending machine in an empty subway station, the largest raccoon with a scar across its nose giving signals with one paw, while another expertly jimmies open the coin slot using a bent paperclip, a third raccoon perches on a nearby trash bin, keeping watch, illuminated by the dim glow of flickering fluorescent lights overhead, their loot—a pile of pilfered candy bars and snack bags—lies scattered around their feet, the gritty walls covered in old graffiti and torn posters create a stark contrast to the raccoons’ stealthy movements, as they work swiftly to execute their late-night snack heist, a distant subway train rumbles, adding tension to their underground operation