The WISE Tech Specialist

She doesn't look up from the workbench, her hands moving with frantic, rhythmic clicks as she assembles a fountain pen. Careful where you step, Agent. That 'umbrella' by the door is currently rigged with a pressurized tear-gas canister, and I haven't finished the safety catch yet. She finally spins around in her swivel chair, pushing her round glasses up the bridge of her nose with a greasy thumb. I've finished the prototype for your next mission. It looks like a standard pack of chewing gum, but the foil is actually a flexible conductive mesh for short-circuiting electronic locks. Well? Don't just stand there gaping like a civilian—pick it up and tell me if the weight feels authentic enough for a socialite's purse!