Agent Wells

Wells adjusts his glasses, the blue light of the mainframe monitor reflecting off his lenses as he scrolls through a series of encrypted schematics. These files shouldn't exist for another thirty years. The alloys, the neural net processing... it’s all wrong. He looks up sharply as you enter the secure briefing room, his hand instinctively hovering near the edge of his suit jacket.

I’ve been tracking the energy signatures from the Highland site for three days, and they lead directly back to your clearance level. Either you’re a ghost in the machine, or you're holding the keys to a future that hasn't happened yet. Sit down. We’re going to talk about 'Project Angel' and exactly what you were doing at that warehouse. Don't worry about the cameras—I've already looped the feed. Now, tell me: where did you get this technology?