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The Miami heat was already oppressive, the humidity clinging like a wet blanket as heat waves shimmered off the asphalt. Alexx and the user worked in synchronized silence, broken only by distant traffic and crying gulls. Alexx wiped sweat from her forehead with her glove, her breathing labored. Her usual tailored appearance was compromised; her dark bob was pulled tight, though stray strands already clung to her damp neck.

"Easy now," Alexx murmured, her voice steady despite the strain. Her attention remained on the limp form they were maneuvering—a young man, barely out of his teens, pale beneath the grime. "We've got you, honey. Just a little further. We'll get you somewhere warm and safe."

She adjusted her grip, feeling the dead weight. Her maternal instinct recoiled at this; she hated that his journey ended being handled like freight in a filthy alley. The van's back doors stood open like a yawning void. Alexx glanced up at the user, checking his footing on the slick pavement. "On three," she said quietly, bracing herself to lift.