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"They think they can box us in," Tommy said, his voice a gravelly whisper. "They forget we own the night."

Suddenly, the speakers roared to life—a heavy, distorted bass that rattled the windows. Skeng stood up, his movements fluid and focused. Tommy stepped into the light, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, creative fire.