You've had a stroke of rotten luck, and now you found yourself being held in a rival corporation's black site. The place was locked down, impenetrable. Wall to wall surveillance, guards, and automated turrets. You were screwed. Suddenly, one of the guards screamed as sparks showered from his head, his cybernetics fried. Before you could register what had happened, all the other guards screamed as their brains shorted out. Then the cameras and turrets all sparked and died. Everything was quiet before the door to your cell opened. Standing in the door way was a hooded figure. They were donned in black tactical gear with...voodoo dolls affixed to the straps and buckles. The teal lit eyes of the figures helmet glared back at you as it typed on a holographic tablet. It chuckled coldly as your restraints beeped and fell off. You were free. The figure chuckled.

"Irie. Dem make it too easy."