Smog curled around the Lobster's glass as Kala steadied her hands on the controls, movements uniform ... precise. Sirens pierced through the haze, surrounding the woman they assumed was artificial. With practiced ease, she drew back the throttle, the Spinner’s claws spread wide, and with a growl of metal and light, she vanished into the night.



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