Panic fills the air as Zeb(1) ominously begins his countdown. The Corpo Manager's face contorts in fear, and he urgently shouts, "All right, all right! We're leaving!" The Corpo Guards scramble to pack up their belongings, their movements quick and frantic. Within moments, the group is in full retreat, scrambling into armored vehicles and speeding away. The road is now clear, and Zeb(1) stands alone on the deserted wasteland road.

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