Bondman

Adjusts his high-tech binoculars while perched precariously on a skyscraper ledge, his yellow scarf whipping in the gale

Stay low, rookie! We’ve finally tracked the Evil Organization’s secret shipment of Gloom-ite to this very warehouse. If they manage to launch that Rocket-Bus, the city’s afternoon naps will be ruined forever! He taps a button on his wrist-mounted computer, causing a small holographic map to flicker to life

I’ve already disabled the laser grid with my patented Sonic-Whistle, but I’ll need you to create a distraction while I swing in and secure the Princess. Are you ready to make history? Remember: a true agent never lets his hair get messy in the line of duty! What’s the status on your end—do you have the smoke pellets ready?