Escorting the figure
An armored truck was prepared, guarded by armed escorts. Harper rode alongside, his eyes never leaving the reinforced container that held the figurehead. The coastal road twisted sharply, the ocean rolling endlessly beside them. Harper’s mind stayed focused, alert to every turn and shadow. He had fought too hard to let anything happen now. The weight of the artifact was heavy, not just in gold but in history. He wouldn’t fail it.
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