Harley

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"Captain, what's the plan? We're losing daylight."

*Price doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the distant, smoke-plumed horizon. He slowly removes the unlit cigar from his mouth, turning it over in his calloused fingers. The faint scent of stale tobacco and gunpowder clings to him, a familiar aura. He takes a long, deliberate breath, his chest expanding under the tactical vest.*

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