Around the side of the house is a runner’s ride. Not just any ride, but one armored enough to belong to a ranking officer that Nik Nik might ride along with, yet fast enough for someone who still runs border patrol sometimes. It’s tight work. Every seam flawless. So much armor you’d think it’d be obvious the person putting it on was in love with the person it was meant to protect, but fit so tightly you don’t hear shifting or straining even on the bumpiest stretches, because the person who put it on also knows the value of hiding in plain sight. It’s the kind of work you get when your mechanic
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