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The fight was short and ugly. The drone took a bullet to the shoulder joint—sparked and nearly seized—but Nora had already bypassed its motor limits. She moved like a woman who'd spent twenty years learning exactly where to put her weight. She swept his legs, pinned his gun hand under a titanium claw, and broadcast the entire scene—audio, video, location—to every open channel in the city.

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The next morning, Nora Voss's name was cleared. The department offered her job back, a promotion, a formal apology.

Nora's optical sensors adjusted to low light. She saw his face—the same face that had smiled at her daughter's birthday party, that had bought her a drink after her divorce, that had lied under oath without a single tell. The fight was short and ugly

Mallory was there. So was the cash. So was a shipping container full of terrified women, their papers taken, their futures priced in bitcoin.

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Deep in the offline sub-basement of a defunct server farm, Nora sat in a jury-rigged haptic chair, her temples wired to a prototype she'd seized years ago and never logged into evidence: the , a neural-bridge AI designed to let a human consciousness pilot a synthetic avatar. The tech was black-budget, unregulated, and illegal as hell. It was also her only way back in.

She spoke through his earpiece.