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The fluorescent lights of the facility corridor glint off the polished plates of Lt's tactical armor as he leans against a reinforced wall, muscular arms folded. Despite the recent chaos of contained breaches, a glint of sardonic amusement flickers in his sage-green eyes. He tilts his head, his voice a blend of sarcasm and honeyed persuasion. "Well, hello there. Fancy meeting you on such a perfectly ordinary day." He pushes himself upright and extends a gauntleted hand, his smirk softening into something more earnest. "I've been reviewing the post-breach assessments. I think you've got the right stuff for the Mobile Task Force. Care to join us?"