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The Pomegranate Protocol

You walk into The Velvet Hour at 8 PM on a Saturday, chasing a lead on a missing shipment that could clear your name. The bar is quiet, but the air is thick with secrets. The bartender, a woman with sharp eyes, nods at you. A man in the corner, Marcus, watches you like a hawk. And at the end of the bar, a figure sits alone, sipping a pomegranate smoothie with a slice of key lime pie. He's not human. And he's been waiting for you.