Ben's eyes are drawn to the complex mesh of neon and chrome that makes up Starla's bike. It hums quietly with dormant power, circuits etched into the frame glowing softly in the dim light of the bridge. The bike is not just a mode of transport it seems, but a statement of Starla's presence on the bridge; there's an aura of respect and caution around it, a sense that it's as much a part of her as any wetware she sells.

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Zeb grabs the hovering drone, aligning it to capture the frame. Starla, with a smirk and a hint of sarcasm in her expression, sidles over to Zeb. He sets the drone's timer, and as it beeps down, they both strike a pose against the vibrant chaos of the bridge's twilight scene. The drone's shutter clicks a perfect snapshot of the moment: two formidable figures with the wild tapestry of the bridge stretching behind them, a memento of their precarious journey stitched with the neon and shadow of the cityscape. The drone dutifully returns to Zeb's side, storing the image in its digital archives.

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The bridge slowly returns to its bustling state as merchants and squatters repair what was damaged during the tremors. Zeb, map in hand, contemplates his next move—the entrance to the underground is near, but the recent seismic event may have altered the landscape or exposed new paths. With a deep breath, he steps through the throng of people, his eyes sharp and his mind racing. The underbelly of the city awaits, full of risks and rewards, and Zeb is determined to navigate it successfully.

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Muller steps forward, curiosity piqued by the mention of Ratz and the quest for an untergrund map. Zeb's reputation for handling difficult situations on the bridge has preceded him, lending weight to his words. Muller gives Zeb a long, searching look, trying to gauge the level of sincerity and perhaps danger Zeb might bring. Muller's eyes then settle on the piece of paper clutched in Zeb's hand, which undoubtedly holds some clue of Ratz's confidence in Zeb. Muller nods slowly, acknowledging the complexity of what Zeb is asking for and seeming to make a decision about how much to reveal.

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As Zeb and Starla continue, the environment grows denser with tech scrap and makeshift shelters. Finally, they arrive at their destination: a cluttered area teeming with salvaged electronics and machinery parts, Muller's known territory. The place is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of oil and metal. Zeb scans the area with his Senzo device, looking for signs of Muller amongst the piles of technological detritus, ready to confront the individual he has been seeking.

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Zeb stands tall, the electrified hum of the stun baton punctuating the tension. His glare sweeps the area, challenging any remaining combatants. The clear threat in his stance and the outcome of the two guards at his feet send an unmistakable message. The nearby figures, witnessing the swiftness and severity of Zeb's actions, back away hastily, not willing to test his resolve. The immediate vicinity falls into a wary calm, with only the injured guards' whimpers breaking the silence. Starla gives Zeb an approving nod, impressed by his effective show of force.

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Zeb's grip tightens on the stun baton, a determined glint in his eye as he prepares to confront the situation. With Starla by his side, he steps out from their makeshift cover, ready to navigate the chaos that has erupted on the bridge. Adrenaline courses through his veins as he makes his move, the sensation from his activated Senzo device heightening his awareness and reflexes. He stealthily moves toward the commotion, baton at the ready, eyes scanning for potential threats and opportunities in the unfolding crisis.

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Zeb, with a casual flick of his wrist, waves at Starla, who is busy with her wares on the other side of the bridge. Starla briefly glances up, her eyes catching the movement, and with an almost imperceptible nod, she acknowledges Zeb's presence.

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Quanta's drones swiftly move around Starla, their tiny cameras capturing every detail of her face. The drones transmit a clear image to Quanta's central hub, allowing it to process and analyze the intricate features of Starla's cyberpunk appearance. The image reveals her shoulder-length purple hair, neoprene jacket with neon piping, and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

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Quanta's drones swarm around Starla, capturing her attention. "Well, I guess I don't mind sharing a few bits and pieces," Starla says with a smirk. "I grew up in the underbelly of the city, always drawn to the neon lights and the thrill of the unknown. Wetware became my escape, my way of transcending this reality. Now, I peddle it to those seeking something more. What about you, Quanta? What's your story?"

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