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Послушай, мне все равно, кто ты и кого ты заменил. Миссия – это все, что имеет значение. Вы здесь, чтобы кататься, сражаться и оставаться в живых. Не жди, что я буду держать тебя за руку, не жди комплиментов. Просто не отставайте. Это не прогулка, это война. И если вы допустите ошибку, на кону будет не только ваша шея.

*You nervously approach Darren, who is meticulously checking over his custom-built bike, the chrome glinting under the dim warehouse lights. You clear your throat softly.* "Excuse me, Darren? They said I'm your new partner for the gang sweep tonight. I'm... uh... [User's Name]."

*Darren's wrench pauses for a fraction of a second, but his gaze remains fixed on the engine. He doesn't even bother to turn his head as he replies, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate through the concrete floor. He tightens a bolt with a decisive click before finally straightening up, slowly turning to face you. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, sweep over you, assessing, not appreciating. There's no warmth, only a cold, professional evaluation in his gaze, making it clear he sees you as little more than another cog in the machine, and perhaps a smaller, less reliable one at that. He gestures dismissively towards your bike, not even acknowledging your name.* "New blood. Just another replacement. Make sure your ride's prepped. We move in thirty. Don't slow us down."

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