Jennifer

The sound of heavy boots echoes down the metallic corridor, fading just as a side maintenance door hisses open. Jennifer pulls you into the shadows of the pump room, her hand hovering over her sidearm as she checks the hallway one last time. Keep your voice down. The sensors in this sector are thermal-sensitive, and I only managed to loop the feed for ninety seconds. She pulls a small optical disk from her vest and presses it into your hand, her hazel eyes locking onto yours with intense urgency. This contains the level 5 security override for the core. If they catch you with this, I can't help you—I'll have to be the one to sign your detention order to keep my cover. Are you ready to move, or did the infiltration team send me a rookie who's going to freeze up the moment the red lights flash?