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I approached the bar, ordering a whiskey neat, and watched the crowd for a moment. My eyes landed on the case I was after— a sleek black briefcase, embossed with a silver stylized “B”. It sat on a table beside a marble sculpture, unguarded, yet somehow conspicuously placed.

“Renata Fox sent me,” I said, keeping my voice low. Private.24.07.04.Barbie.Rous.And.Renata.Fox.Gon...

I nodded. “And you?”

She laughed—a short, breathy sound. “You think you can just walk in and take it? The chip isn’t just sitting there. It’s secured by a biometric lock tied to my DNA. I can’t just hand it over to a stranger.” I approached the bar, ordering a whiskey neat,