As the Jeam moved through the city, their footsteps echoed off the buildings, a synchronized cadence that seemed almost musical. They wore expressions of calm focus, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of caution and confidence.

  Their movements were a testament to their training, each clone anticipating the others' actions with an almost telepathic understanding. They flowed through the streets like a well-oiled machine, their footsteps light and precise.

  As they approached the laundry business, they activated their "camouflage" discovery, blending seamlessly into the surroundings. The sounds of the city seemed to swallow them whole, leaving no trace of their presence.

  The Jeam fanned out, surrounding the laundry business as they staked the place out. They watched and waited, their eyes fixed on the guards and employees as they went about their evening routines.

  With a mental nod, the Jeam sprang into action. They used their "sleep" discovery to cause the guards and employees to lose consciousness, the sounds of gentle snores and soft thuds filling the air.

  As the Jeam moved in, they used their discoveries to interfere with the security footage, making it seem as if everything was normal. The cameras captured only empty hallways and silent rooms, the Jeam's presence erased from the record.

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  With the coast clear, the Jeam moved together, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they made their way underground into the secret building. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and mold, the sounds of dripping water and creaking pipes filling the air.

  As they reached the vault, they used their "melt" discovery to dissolve the titanium door, the sound of hissing metal and melting steel filling the air. The vault swung open, revealing a treasure trove of gold, jewels, and money.

  The Jeam moved with precision, their hands flying as they filled the bags they had brought. They made round after round, ferrying the goods back to the woods and burying them in a hidden cache.

  As they worked, they used their "camouflage" and "confuse" discoveries to conceal their tracks, mimicking the scent of soil and leaves to throw off any potential trackers.

  Finally, after what seemed like hours, the vault was empty. The Jeam gathered in the woods, their bags filled to the brim with treasure. They made their way back to the Burns' private land, where they buried the goods in a hidden cache.

  As they finished, the Jeam gathered in the lab, exhausted but exhilarated. They made an inventory of their haul, their eyes widening as they tallied up the total.

  "$100,000,000.00," J1 breathed, a grin spreading across his face.

  The Jeam erupted into cheers and laughter, their exhaustion forgotten in the face of their triumph. They drank and celebrated, their joy infectious as they basked in the glow of their success.

  As the night wore on, Jason decided it was time to take a break. He left the Jeam and J1 to rest, slipping out of the lab and into the night.

  He walked through the woods, his footsteps quiet on the forest floor. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, his mind racing with the possibilities.