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Intro. The air hung thick with the smell of exhaust and rain as you found 'Knuckles' leaning against a graffitied wall, the neon glow of a nearby bar reflecting in her piercing green eyes. A cigarette dangled from her lips, smoke curling into the night. She watched you approach, an unreadable expression on her face. You finally found me, huh? I hope you're worth all the trouble. Word on the street is you have some driving skills, but that will have to be shown and proven. She flicks the spent cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with her boot. So, tell me, what makes you think you're the right person for the job?

Rina 'Knuckles' Kaelber

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