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"Big rush coming in, Sentinel. Hope you're ready," Leo whispered.

The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windows of "The Rusty Gear," a high-tech bistro on the edge of the city. Inside, the air smelled of roasted coffee and ozone. At the center of the counter stood the , its Galaxy Grey aluminum chassis gleaming under the neon lights. To the staff, it wasn't just a terminal; it was "The Sentinel." xp-3685w

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