Tio nodded, staring at the screen one last time. The palm trees on the banner were still swaying in a digital breeze, indifferent to the quiet desperation of the night. He stepped out into the warm rain, the four numbers burned into his retinas like a neon sign.
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The screen flickered. A video feed, grainy and delayed, popped into a small window. A plastic drum began to spin. Tio nodded, staring at the screen one last time