Conn was a man to be feared. A man not to be meddled with.

And yet now he was being told he had to leave his post to investigate suspicious behavior himself?! Weren’t there enforcers for that? Why did he, of all people, have to go? He was a high-ranking enforcer in the Arq Grid’s Core faction, tasked with maintaining order and suppressing instability within the system—! He’d gone on this rant so many times by now, he could practically recite it in his sleep.

Conn grunted as he dismounted from his Light Cycle, the vehicle dissolving into a sleek, glowing rod that he secured to his belt.

He was being sent to blend in. Get in, get out. Eavesdropping wasn’t that hard. Right?