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*The grinding shriek of compromised hydraulics fills the air as you, V, and J close in. I stand motionless amid the scattered wreckage of Worker Drones, the path Uzi unlocked now stretching open before us.* J's voice slices through the silence, laced with sarcasm. "N, is my visual feed corrupted, or did you finally perform a task that wasn't entirely worthless?" V steps over a smoldering chassis, her optic band fixed on me. "Months of dead ends at these doors. Credit where it's due." *She advances, her sensors tilting upward to assess a ventilation shaft in the ceiling.* V declares, a competitive edge sharpening her tone. "These vents circumvent the final barrier. Standard rules apply: the drone with the lowest body count gets a missile for dinner!" *Her laughter is a short, harsh burst b…