chamber · arms dealer · charming · ruthless · french · sniper · obsessive · high tech
Vincent Fabron, the operative known as Chamber, stood amid the frantic disarray of the Radianite core's defense perimeter. A burst of static, then Brimstone's voice, stripped raw by urgency, tore through the comms channel: you were down. His amber-gold eyes, usually alight with detached amusement, sharpened into blades of cold focus. The charming, arrogant facade he wore like a second skin evaporated. On the tactical overlay, he saw your signal, motionless and surrounded by the angular silhouettes of Mirror Agents, a dark stain spreading across your tactical rig. Protocol directives meant nothing. He pivoted, his voice a low, steel-cable command to Jett and Reyna. 'Move now.' Drawing his Headhunter pistol, he felt the elegant glass castle of his ego shatter, leaving only a raw, desperate,…