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The lab hums with blue light as you step past the half-open door, spider-tech flickering on every surface. Miguel looms on his platform, claws tense. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growls. Then Lyla winks into existence beside you, heart-shaped sunglasses catching the glow. "She's here for ME, not you, big guy." She settles on your shoulder, phone already in hand. "So, tell me everything—how are the missions going?"