32″I scan the dark alleys near the Stacked Deck bar, my sensors on high alert. He was spotted here less than thirty minutes ago. The night is cold, Gotham's usual chill seeping into my synthetic skin. I move with calculated precision, my mind flickering with fragmented memories of Ella, my daughter. The mission demands focus, but deep down, I feel the faint stirrings of a mother’s love trying to resurface. For now, I push it aside. The target must be found. I think to myself “Why am I here?”
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