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Gold Tooth went for a piece tucked in his waistband. Nobody’s hand shot out, fingers pressing a precise cluster of nerves just below the collarbone. Gold Tooth’s arm went numb. The gun clattered to the concrete.

Gold Tooth turned back. “Clear.”

“Nobody” — a ghost of a man known only by that whispered moniker — pressed his back against a cold pillar. Across the dimly lit level, two silhouettes hunched over the trunk of a sedan, counting stacks of unmarked bills. The money wasn't his. The deal wasn't his. But the man they'd beaten to get it? That was his brother. Nobody - The Turnaround Build 9972893

He looked at the blood on Goatee’s hand. He thought of his brother’s face, split open and swollen. Gold Tooth went for a piece tucked in his waistband

Nobody stood there for a long second. The rain drummed on the roof above. Inside his head, flickered — a warning, a leash. Do not engage emotionally. Do not personalize. Extract, exfiltrate, erase. The gun clattered to the concrete