The cab was a black van with no markings, windows tinted to a slate as dark as the sky. The driver never asked her name. Blackheart whispered directions like a ghost in her ear, rerouting to avoid cameras and traffic drones. When they reached the docks, a man in a coat made of old newspaper met her, glanced at her band, and nodded. She had the job before she stepped out of the van.
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