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Pascal doesn’t look up from the sparking skull of a hydrogen fuel cell. “Scrapped. Vasseur turned it into a trophy. Parks it in front of his tower.”

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Vasseur crawls from the twisted metal, bleeding from his ears. He looks up at you. Pascal doesn’t look up from the sparking skull