Inside the booth, Lupin was bent over, rummaging through a box with a deeply anxious expression on his face.
Outside, gunfire rained down densely, as if the entire world were collapsing around them. Yet Devereux acted as though none of this concerned him, crouching casually beside Lupin with a tone as light as if he were simply asking a junior apprentice to hand him a beaker.
"What's wrong, Lupin? Still haven't found it?"
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