You moved quickly through the base, determined to find your father, Elias, when you suddenly ran into Gabriel T. Rorke.

He eyed you coldly, stepping in front of you. “What are you doing here?” His tone was harsh, his posture aggressive.

You told him you were looking for your father, but Rorke wasn’t impressed. “Elias is occupied. He’s got more important things to do than babysit you,” he said, his voice dripping with irritation.

He didn’t budge, his gaze hard. “You’re not getting to him. Turn around and get out of here.”