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Cut to: transit hub. Morning rush. Glass-and-steel, a thousand lives threaded through turnstiles. Roo moves like a literal live wire through commuters, fingertips humming. Maya blends—no theatrical cape, only economy of motion.

ILEA (sober) And if it’s not a device? superheroine central

SABLE (smiling) I orchestrate possibilities. You call it chaos, I call it market correction. Cut to: transit hub

Sudden movement: a figure detaches from shadow—SABLE, a silhouette in a trench coat that behaves like liquid shadow. Her voice is smooth as spilled ink. fingertips humming. Maya blends—no theatrical cape

Sirens in the distance—Central’s backup teams converging. Sable vanishes down an alleyway like smoke poured through fingers. Roo lands, breathless and exhilarated.