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A lone Delaque ganger stands at the end of a blind pipe junction, his head smooth and death-pale beneath dim green hazard lights. His black leather overcoat is buckled across the side with armored fasteners, the material creased from age and chemical pitting. A raised collar curves around the back of his skull, partially hiding a cradled optic uplink module. He holds a long-barreled pistol two-handed, extended just beyond the alcove edge. The weapon is silent. The corridor ahead is empty. His purpose here is not to fire—it’s to ensure no one else does.