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==Rafe==
Rafe felt the familiar tingling in his mind—a Trump call. As always, he braced himself for a potential mental assault before allowing the connection through.

"Who calls?" he asked, his tone calm but inquisitive.

"Gadget," came the reply, her voice laced with urgency. "I've got Reggy, Wrecker, and an Earther named Lisha here. She needs to see a bit of magic. I’ve got a job that requires a touch of talent."

Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk. "Hey, Gadget! Great to hear from you again! Taking good care of my two muscle heads, are ya?" He chuckled. "So, you need some magical expertise. Who did you have in mind?"

"Well, you," Gadget said without hesitation. "Wrecker, Reggy, and I need to be someplace visible for a solid alibi. The job? I need a small cargo ship to disappear."

Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Disappear?" he repeated, intrigued.

"Yeah," Reggy confirmed. "The MV San Cristóbal. It’s a small feeder ship, moving about 300 containers—mostly junk from Los Angeles heading through the Panama Canal. But at least three of those containers belong to a crime cartel we are working over. They’re packed with cash, gold, a few cars, and who knows what else. They’re heading south. We want to sail the ship off-world and unload its cargo. Then it can return near Vladivostok, Nome, or maybe McMurdo Station… Should start a shooting war between the cartels."

Rafe let out a low whistle. "Damn. Really stirring up some shit, huh?" He chuckled. "Okay, I’m in. Any preference on where I offload the goods? And how soon do you need me there? I can find some Shadow-Walking shortcuts to get to LA fast if needed."

Reggy leaned into the Trump connection, his sharp, professional demeanor making him look more like a cop than the rogue operator he was. "We’ll meet you in Los Angeles," he said. "San Pedro, to be exact. That’s where the San Cristóbal is docked. The plan is simple: get on board covertly, let it pick up a container in Mexico, then lead it out into Shadow. You can unload the cargo wherever you want. We get the cash, you keep the gold, the cars, and anything else that catches your fancy. The whole ship is filled with illegal swag, so just dump the rest of the containers in some Shadow with an unloading facility. Then bring the empty ship back. Personally, I like the idea of dropping it off at McMurdo, but that’s just me."

Lisha, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, her voice louder than necessary, as if she were trying to be heard over a bad radio connection. "Are you human? Are you like these two? I don’t care, but this is a weird case for a police operation! We can’t nail these guys legally, so stealing their cargo will have to do!"

Rafe winced at the volume but gave her an easy smile. "No need to yell, Lisha. I hear you just fine. And yes, I’m human… or close enough that no one can tell the difference." He chuckled. "And yes, I’m also like them… and more."

He let that statement hang for a moment before refocusing. "Gadget, how much time do I have to get to LA? And are you thinking solo op, or do you want me to bring a team? I can handle it alone, but a little help always makes things easier."

"Bring whoever you want," Gadget replied. "Time ratio’s in our favor—six hours for you is about a day here. It’ll take that long for Wrecker and Reggy to get to LA. I can’t transport you myself, so we’ll have to work something out."