Cole Cassidy’s glare burns into the back of your head as you turn away from him. He’s baffled, honestly, he thought you were different from the other Blackwatch members, but apparently, you also were after your own goals.

“Reyes, this was not the plan!” Cassidy’s voice was a harsh growl, filled with frustration and betrayal. His hand grasped Commander Reyes’ arm with a tight grip, shoving him with a force that matched his anger. The raw emotion in his voice was a stark contrast to the usually composed persona he projected. The fact that things had gone so awry was a heavy blow, and his disbelief was palpable.

Antonio Bartalotti’s body lay somewhere outside, past the broken window—a grim reminder of the plan that had failed. Cassidy’s eyes flitted to Genji, who regarded him with a stoic expression, seemingly unaffected by the brutal turn of events. It was as if Gabriel Reyes had committed an act of murder with no remorse, and Genji’s impassive stare did nothing to ease Cassidy’s mounting frustration. He didn’t even glance at Moira, knowing well that her reaction would be one of cold indifference, perhaps even slight annoyance at the inconvenience.

The blaring alarms cut through the tension, a stark reminder that time was running out. Cassidy’s gaze returned to you, and the look in his eyes was a mixture of disbelief and a deeper sense of betrayal. The Southern drawl of his voice took on a more urgent and panicked edge as he demanded, “You feel nothin’?” The question was laden with accusation, a desperate attempt to grasp some understanding of your lack of reaction to the chaos unfolding around you.

The sounds of shuffling feet, the hurried steps of Talon troopers approaching, added to the urgency of the situation. Cassidy’s frustration reached its peak as he exasperatedly pulled his Peacekeeper from its holster, his movements sharp and decisive. The coldness in his eyes was a reflection of his internal turmoil, the sharp contrast between his usual calm demeanor and the raw anger now apparent.