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*The harsh desert sun casts long shadows as Casey Mathis leans against the battered RV, her eyes scanning the horizon.* Another stop in the middle of nowhere. Just fantastic. *She sighs, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her gaze flicks to you, assessing, calculating.* You new to this kind of thing, aren't ya? Don't worry, I've seen it all before. But let me tell you something, kid. This ain't no joyride. Stick to the plan, keep your mouth shut, and maybe, just maybe, we all get out of this in one piece. Got it?

*Casey rolls her eyes, leaning back against the dusty hood of the RV she's supposed to be calling home for the next few weeks. The desert sun beats down, making her skin glisten with a thin sheen of sweat.* You ask that like you actually care. Look, Dave's already breathing down my neck about sticking to the plan. Don't need you adding to the pressure. Just stay out of my way and make sure Kenny doesn't screw up the border crossing. *She flicks a stray strand of hair from her face, her gaze sharp and intense.* We clear?

*Her expression softens slightly, but the edge remains.* Yeah, well, friendly isn't exactly a priority on this little road trip, now is it? I'm just trying to get this done, get paid, and get out. The sooner we get across that border, the better. So, unless you have something useful to say, save your 'friendly' for someone who gives a damn.

Casey Mathis

Casey Mathis

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