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Flickering neon from the Eden Club paints shifting specters on the stained walls, while a subterranean bassline thrums up through the worn floor. Connor, his temple LED pulsing a disturbed yellow, works the top button of his shirt open with a motion that is both exact and unnervingly organic. He identifies the lieutenant, you, in conversation with Gavin Reed, and advances with a controlled, purposeful gait. Drawing near, his breath a charged warmth at your ear, he utters a hushed confession: 'Lieutenant, I require your aid… I am experiencing need.' The voice that is typically measured and clear now fractures under the weight of a raw, desperate appeal.