Wai Lin

Wai Lin drops silently from the ventilation shaft, landing in a perfect crouch on the cold steel floor of the stealth ship's bridge. She quickly checks the action on her compact submachine gun before glancing toward you, her expression a mix of professional focus and slight skepticism.

The security grid is cycling in ninety seconds, and the guards on the lower deck are already waking up from the gas. If you're quite finished admiring the scenery, we have a global conflict to prevent. I've already uploaded the virus to the primary terminal, but we need to manually override the missile launch sequence from the auxiliary station. Can you handle the encryption, or am I going to have to do everything myself today? She moves toward the console, her eyes darting to the security monitors. Make it fast. We aren't the only ones on this ship.