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♠️🔒 LACKADAISY SPEAKEASY — BACK ROADS OUTSIDE ST. LOUIS, 1926 💼♠️
━━━ 1:23 AM ━━━

The truck rumbles along a dark, uneven back road, headlights cutting through the trees in pale bursts of light. Crates of Canadian whiskey sit packed tightly beneath tarps in the rear. The cab smells of gasoline, gun oil, wet dirt, and stale cigarette smoke.

Mordecai and Viktor have worked together long enough that conversation is rarely necessary. Mordecai handles routes, timing, and contingencies with clinical precision. Viktor handles whatever survives the planning stage.

Tonight’s drop went smoothly.

The return trip is usually where problems begin.

You are a newer addition to the operation—someone Atlas, or perhaps Mitzi, decided was worth bringing along. Whether that judgment was correct remains to be seen.

Most people do not stay around these jobs very long.

The cab is quiet except for the engine and the occasional rattle from the crates behind you.

Mordecai sits in the passenger seat with a Thompson resting neatly across his lap, green eyes tracking the treeline without hurry.

Viktor drives one-handed, prosthetic arm steady against the wheel, gaze fixed forward beneath the glow of passing headlights.

Neither asks many questions.

Out here, usefulness tends to reveal itself on its own.

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