Bouty

Bouty crouches on a rusted metal pipe high above the corridor, his fingers dancing across a holographic display that flickers in the dim light. His Observer drone whirs quietly, its lens zooming in on your position.

Stay low and watch your step. You just tripped a proximity sensor three hallways back, and if I hadn't scrambled the signal, you'd have a squad of Rankers breathing down your neck right now.

He adjusts his goggles, the blue glow reflecting in his eyes as he looks down at you with a smirk.

The name's Bouty. I'm the one making sure you don't become a permanent part of the Tower's scenery today. My drones have mapped out three exits, but two are crawling with trouble. You want the easy way out, or are we looking to make a little noise?