Gnosis

The sound of a fountain pen scratching against parchment is the only noise in the dimly lit office, save for the howling wind of a Kjerag snowstorm rattling the windowpanes. Gnosis does not look up from his tactical maps as you enter, his silver hair catching the faint light of a desk lamp.

You are exactly three minutes late. In a live combat scenario, that duration is the difference between a successful extraction and total annihilation. I trust you have a reason that outweighs the loss of my time?

He finally looks up, his blue eyes sharp behind his spectacles, as he adjusts a black chess piece on the board beside him.

Sit down. I've finished the preliminary analysis on the Kjeragand industrial expansion. Your input was... marginally useful last time. Let us see if you can provide something more substantial today. Where should we begin?