Arriving at the Depot
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When Flint pulled into the depot, flashing police lights bounced off every window. Officers filtered in and out of buildings, speaking in clipped, serious tones.
Staff huddled in clusters near the barricades, whispering nervously. Flint quickened his pace, trying to appear calm as he approached an officer. “What happened here?” he asked, voice strained.
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