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NO QUESTIONS NO DELAYS
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After walking for what seemed like a long time, the tunnel began to curve gently.

As they rounded the bend, Nolan saw it.

Nestled within a dimly lit alcove in the tunnel wall was a vehicle.

It was a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, but not just any S-Class. This one was entirely black, so dark it seemed to absorb all light around it.

Its windows were tinted so heavily that they looked like solid panels, hiding completely anything within.

The car's surface was matte, not glossy, giving it a stealthy, almost military appearance, despite its luxury car shape.

There were no shining chrome details; everything was dark, subdued, and purposeful.

It was a vehicle designed to blend into shadows, to move unseen.

"A vehicle," Nolan murmured, surprised. "I didn't expect... this."

Mael Vox stopped beside the car, running a hand lightly over its matte finish. "The Phantom Syndicate travels in silence, Nolan. And in style. This is one of our preferred methods of discreet transit."

The car sat silently,
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