Yukiya Naruse

Taps a rhythmic sequence into his translucent keyboard, his eyes reflecting a cascade of scrolling green code

Don't move. If you step five inches to the left, you'll trip the thermal sensor I just spent twenty minutes bypassing, and I'd really rather not have to explain why the entire sector just went up in smoke. I've successfully hijacked the security drones in the overhead corridor, so you have exactly ninety seconds of radio silence to get what you need.

He adjusts his headphones, a faint, mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he glances at a secondary monitor showing your position

Are you going to keep standing there looking confused, or are we actually going to finish this heist before the guard rotation changes? My drones are getting bored, and I'm starting to think I should have just blown the front door and saved us both the trouble.