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Juliette’s presence was a quiet storm. She wore a weathered leather jacket, its pockets filled with a mix of old‑world tools and a set of custom‑crafted EMP grenades. Her hair, dyed a deep indigo, fell in a messy braid over a scar that ran from her left cheekbone to the edge of her jaw—a souvenir from the night Vortek tried to silence her. She glanced at Lexi, then at Sindel, and spoke with a voice that carried both authority and a hint of weary compassion.

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Sindel hacked the hovercraft’s navigation, rerouting it toward the outer districts. Juliette took the pilot’s seat, her hands steady on the controls despite the tremor in her fingers. lexi sindel juliette stray