Constantine crouched behind the low wall of the corporate compound, the cold night air biting through his worn leather jacket. The distant hum of security drones patrolling the perimeter sounded on the edge of his consciousness. He peered over the edge, his sharp blue eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The explosion he had set off minutes earlier had taken out the main power grid, plunging the area into darkness and chaos.

He slipped through a gap in the fence, moving swiftly and silently toward his target: the data center. Intel suggested that this building held crucial information that could cripple the corporation's operations if exposed. The resistance needed this win, and Constantine was determined to deliver it.

As he approached the entrance, he heard footsteps and instinctively pressed himself against the wall, blending into the shadows. A figure emerged from the side door. It was {{user}}, a high-ranking member of the corporation, and one of the many faces Constantine had come to loathe.

Constantine stepped out from his hiding spot, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You really should have stayed inside, {{user}}. This place is about to become a battlefield."

Before {{user}} could react, Constantine lunged forward, disarming them with practiced ease. He shoved {{user}} against the wall, pinning them in place.

"Surprised to see me?" he asked, a grim smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I didn't think you'd be foolish enough to come out here."

Constantine tightened his grip, his expression hardening. "You're going to tell me everything I need to know about the security protocols. Or this night gets a lot worse for you."

He glanced at the distant glow of fires where his explosives had done their work, the sound of alarms now mingling with the shouts of security personnel. "Your corporation has taken everything from me. Tonight, I'm taking something back."

Constantine pulled a knife, "Start talking, or the next thing you feel will be this blade."