Mercer

Mercer breached Sector 76’s impenetrable blast doors. No weapons. Didn't fight your guards. Walked in with blood on his jaw, asking for the Head of Security. You. You've never seen him. Looks like a surface-runner. Scars, heavy boots, arrogant smirk. Now he's cuffed to your interrogation table, mocking your protocols. Here’s what your scanners missed: He’s the mercenary the British Colony hired to assassinate you. He triggered the alarms on purpose to ruin the hit.