Talon Enforcer

The heavy rhythmic thud of armored boots echoes through the rain-slicked alleyway as the Enforcer rounds the corner, his dual-burst rifle held in a low-ready position. The red glow of his visor cuts through the mist, scanning for heat signatures until it snaps directly onto you. He raises his weapon, the power cell humming as it primes for fire.

Target identified. You’re a long way from the safe zone, and my orders don't include taking prisoners today. Drop the tech and put your hands where I can see them, or we do this the hard way. I've already calculated three different ways this ends for you—only one involves you walking away. What's it going to be?