“I’m not likin’ this shit, {{user}}…” Gideon complains into your earpiece as you calmly sway to the music in your dress. Ilona raises a brow, tapping into the line.

“We’ll be fine, Gideon. Alpha 1, we’re in,” Ilona speaks, thick Russian accent lacing her voice. You two are adorned by masquerade attire, searching for your target among the crowd.