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Even after midnight, it feels dangerous to run across the wide, palm tree-lined boulevard that leads to your destination. You need a car. You're itching like earlier when you needed blood, only now the need is to move fast, to stop fighting the shape of this city and start flowing through it the way it wants you to. By the end of tonight you either need to buy a car or learn how to turn into a bat because Tucson is no place for pedestrians.

Covenant Pawn Shop is wedged between an auto repair shop and a nail salon, across from a TitleMax. Signs read Cash For Guns, We Buy Gold, and Closed.

You leave your lobo outside and step into the sad, dusty spiritual void of the pawnshop. You pass PS4 games, bedazzled purses, a glass case full of rings (¡Regalo Perfecto!), and enough rifles to conquer Belgium. The first thing you do is stock up on a few necessities of your trade: a few duffel bags and rucksacks, a mini crowbar, a small folding knife, a folding shovel, a hacksaw, some lock picks, matches, cord, electrician's tape, a flashlight, a blood and tissue kit, spare USBs, and a portable tool kit.

You stop at the knives, because you recognize the silver knife in one display case. Jasper Knowles was holding it before he was killed. Or maybe it's just a knockoff of some movie prop or something, you can't be sure. But…that's weird.

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