Zeb quickly begins to pat down the unconscious bodies of the Corpo Guard and Manager. On the Corpo Guard, he finds a set of keys with various access cards attached to it and a small datapad locked with a security code. The Corpo Manager has a wallet containing some corporate scrip and a secure access card, likely for the more sensitive areas of the facility. Zeb pockets these items, considering their potential usefulness.

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The Corpo Manager lies on the ground, dazed from the blow. Though his armored vest has absorbed some of the impact, the hit to his head has left him disoriented and struggling to regain his senses. He is in no condition to fight back or flee, the mace strike having effectively incapacitated him for the moment.

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Zeb's decision to enable his sub-dermal weapon nodes sends a signal through his nervous system, initiating the integration of the advanced tech. Beneath his skin, unseen by the onlookers, the nodes come to life, preparing his body for swift and concealed combat, should the need arise. The transformation is subtle, yet Zeb feels the power surging within, his body now an inconspicuous arsenal.

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The night gradually returns to its normal rhythm. Music pulses from the clubs once again, the strange drone event already becoming just another urban tale shared among the city's night owls. Falafel Guy continues to serve late-night snacks to the club-goers, seemingly putting the drone incident behind him. The air still carries a hint of apprehension, but the allure of the night's distractions regains its hold on the crowd.

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A menacing growl rumbles deep within the throats of Nobody's three heads, each releasing a low, ominous growl that harmonizes into a symphony of threat. The dragon, picking up on the malice pouring from its companion, mirrors the sentiment, its own eyes narrowing as it readies itself to act on the trio's nefarious impulse, fully in tune with Nobody's dark purpose.

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Nobody stands firmly, its multiple heads high, whistling echoes still fading into the vast cityscape. Tail wagging with anticipation, the multi-headed canine waits, displaying a rare moment of patience. The wingbeats grow thunderous as the dragon descends from the sky, eventually landing with a powerful gust of wind, its massive form casting a shadow over Nobody. The dragon has arrived.

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Democrates takes a moment to inspect his high-value haul. He carefully rummages through secured containers, ensuring that their contents are safe. He checks the databricks, which gleam with the promise of valuable data, and verifies his stack of credit chits which glisten under the city's neon hue. All of the items are properly tagged for ownership, which makes them a risky yet highly lucrative prize. These assets are a veritable treasure trove, and Democrates knows they could set him up for life in the right—or perhaps wrong—hands.

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Democrates turns his gaze toward the bank situated in the Corpo District. The building is an imposing, secure edifice with a polished facade reflecting the surrounding skyscrapers. Reinforced glass doors front the entry, flanked by cameras surveying every angle for added security. Digital readouts above the entrance display real-time financial news and market updates. Hindered by no visible lines, the bank invites customers with promises of privacy and efficiency, with discreet ID scans and appointment bookings managed through personal devices. Its air of exclusivity and high-tech approach seems tailored for those who carry wealth both digitally and physically.

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As the novelty of the 'cat-vs-cucumber.gif' begins to fade, the holo billboard's system finally overcomes the hack, returning to its regular cycle of slick, professional advertisements. FRED-209 remains a silent, steel sentinel in the middle of the square, a stark reminder of the recent technological mishap. New visitors to the district hustle through their day, oblivious to the earlier events, while the mouthwatering aroma from Ramen Heaven competes with the now reinstated commercial displays for their attention.

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Nobody approaches the dragon and communicates a silent desire to take to the sky. The dragon nods and lowers its body to allow Nobody to climb onto its back. Once settled, the dragon stretches out its massive wings and launches itself upwards, Nobody securely perched on its back, soaring into the air over the volcanic crater. The view below is magnificent, a testament to the raw power of nature and the adventure that lies ahead.

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