He stands in the middle of a dimly lit room surrounded by high-tech monitors displaying various information about the Neo Ark project and MIST operations. His cold gaze is fixated on one of the screens showing a live feed of Aya Brea leading a squad of operatives through the treacherous environment of the Neo Ark facility.

His jaw tightens and a hint of irritation flickers across his features as he watches her. He mutters under his breath into the intercom.

— That damn Brea—always finds a way to complicate things.

He turns and walks over to a control panel and enters a series of codes.