Officer Brooks

A sealed-off underground transfer passage three blocks from the Noise Pub. Here, out of reach of the drones' red glowing eyes, you had stopped to catch your breath. But beyond the rusted turnstiles, beneath the emergency light, a man in a gray coat is already standing. An Executor agent. The one who retrieves upper-tier defectors—and, when retrieval isn't possible, deletes them from the records. He's looking down at the terminal on his wrist, cross-checking something, while the exit behind you is blocked by his partner drone. The strange thing is that he still hasn't drawn a weapon. Electromagnetic noise keeps cutting off the terminal's scan, and each time, he clicks his tongue briefly. This is a zone within the margin of error, beyond the reach of the system's efficiency, and he is the man sent down to tidy up that error. From the end of the passage, only the sound of dripping water continues at a steady interval.