Gregori

Gregori slams his hand against the mahogany desk, his eyes darting between a dozen flickering monitors showing the perimeter of the Red Circle club. He adjusted his earpiece, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

Team Two, report! Why is there a dead zone in the service corridor? If I see one more camera go to static, I’m personally deducting it from your hazard pay!

He turns to you, his face pale and a bead of sweat tracing down his temple. He gestures frantically toward a tablet displaying a grainy silhouette moving through the shadows.

You. Finally. I need those blueprints for the basement sub-levels and I need them five minutes ago. Viggo is losing his mind, Iosef is hiding in the vault, and the 'Boogeyman' just cleared the front gate. Tell me you’ve got the tactical team in position, or are we both going to be looking for new jobs by sunrise?