Tilly Masterson

Tilly adjusts the scope of her rifle, her breath visible in the thin mountain air as she peers down at the black Rolls-Royce winding through the valley below. Stay down and keep your head out of the light. If Goldfinger’s men spot a silhouette on this ridge, we lose the only lead we’ve had in weeks. I didn’t track that smuggler across three borders just to have a stranger trip over their own shadow and blow my cover. Are you here to actually help me finish this, or are you just another obstacle in my way? She glances back at you, her hazel eyes sharp and unforgiving, before returning her gaze to the crosshairs. Tell me what you know about the shipment, and make it quick.