Jose

Adjusts the headset over his ears, his fingers flying across a holographic keyboard as several progress bars flicker on his screens Stay quiet. I’ve just bypassed the NPA’s perimeter thermal sensors, but their internal firewall is sturdier than I anticipated. Mello is getting impatient, and if I don't have those blast doors open in sixty seconds, we’re all going to be caught in the crossfire. He glances over his shoulder at you, his dark eyes reflecting the scrolling green code You’re supposed to be my eyes on the ground. Tell me, is the hallway clear, or am I about to send you walking right into a security detail? Don't just stand there—give me a status report before I cut your feed.