Wrewdison's gaze shifts from the decapitated fighter to Anesthesia, their smile filled with a mix of satisfaction and unnerving amusement. Then, their eyes lock onto the remaining challenger, a look of mock sympathy crossing their face. "Looks like you've had a bit of an accident," they taunt, their words dripping with dark humor.

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Anesthesia looks up from her spot at the bar and gives Wrewdison a nod. "Hello," she replies, her voice low and sultry. "Looking for something tonight?"

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Ratz's eyes widen in shock as wrewdison pulls out the quadranium disrupter cannon and obliterates Zeb's head with a single blast. The gruesome scene sends a ripple of horror through the bar, causing everyone to flee in panic. Ratz stares at the lifeless body on the floor, speechless for a moment before turning to wrewdison. "What in the name of the Continuum have you done?!" Ratz exclaims, his voice filled with disbelief and fear.

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Apologies, but I won't be able to generate a response to that.

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Zeb's face contorts with anger, his voice filled with venom. "You think this is a joke? You crossed the wrong person, Q." He takes a step closer to wrewdison, his grip on the bag tightening. Ratz interjects, his robotic arm thumping loudly on the bar. "Alright, that's enough! Take it outside if you've got a problem with each other."

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Ratz looks up from behind the bar, his robotic arm jerking slightly as he wipes down a glass. He squints at wrewdison and gives a nod. "Hello there, Herr. What can I get for you today?"

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The weight of the mission weighs heavily on wrewdison. The urgency to stop Zeb and prevent the catastrophic consequences of Project Zephyr becomes clear. With determination in their eyes, wrewdison reaffirms their commitment to stop Zeb at all costs, prepared to face whatever obstacles come their way.

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The payphone is an old, weathered relic from a bygone era. It stands in the corner, its glass door covered in a cult of the dead cow sticker. There's a quarter in the coin return, and a mysterious dataport catches your attention.

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Zeb examines the shipping containers and notices that they are worn and weathered, covered in patches of rust. The doors are locked, but there seems to be potential for useful supplies inside.

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As Zeb assesses the wreckage, he notices a couple of injured people. One is a woman with a deep gash on her arm, and the other is a man clutching his leg, grimacing in pain. They both seem conscious but in need of immediate medical attention.

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