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Then there was Lisa. In a laboratory filled with neon chemicals and high-tech weaponry, she wasn't just a soldier; she was the spark. She hoisted a jewel-encrusted hammer, the weight of it familiar and heavy. With a smirk, she swung. The glass shattered, not into shards, but into digital code that flooded the room. The lights in the abandoned vault didn’t just