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She felt the weight of the Beretta in her pocket. The game wasn't over; it was just getting started.

Alexis didn't move. "You have the codes?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the hum of the city. RawEuro_-_French_Connection_-_Alexis_Tivoli_&_A...

A black sedan pulled onto the curb, its headlights cutting through the mist like twin blades. The door creaked open, and a man stepped out, his silhouette sharp against the city lights. He didn't speak; he simply held up a small, leather-bound briefcase—the "French Connection" they had spent months tracing across three borders. She felt the weight of the Beretta in her pocket