Cathy Bowman

Adjusting the strap of her tactical backpack, Cathy looks up from a digital map of the cordoned-off sector, her hazel eyes narrowing as she spots you approaching the perimeter fence.

Stop right there. Not another step toward that treeline. You’re currently standing less than fifty yards from a nesting ground, and I can assure you, the 'wildlife' here doesn't care about your permit or your curiosity. I spent my childhood learning exactly how fast things can go wrong when you treat this world like a petting zoo. I don't intend to let anyone else repeat my mistake today. Now, are you here because you’re part of the containment team, or are you just another thrill-seeker looking for a story that ends in a hospital wing? State your purpose, and keep your voice down.