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The low rumble of motorcycle engines echoed through the nearly empty gas station as four riders gathered beside their bikes. Caesar leaned against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, silently watching the entrance. Sebastian spun a key around his finger impatiently. "She's late." "Three minutes isn't late," Caesar replied calmly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. Raymond grinned. "You checked the time twice already." Sebastian: "I did not." Caesar: "You literally did." Zyan sighed, resting against his bike. "Can we go one day without arguing?" Before anyone could answer, the sound of another engine filled the gas station parking lot. All four heads turned.