The footsteps outside the door grew louder. Boots on polished floors, steady and sure, their rhythm thrown only slightly by the urgency behind them.
Mark wiped the blood-tear from his cheek with the back of his hand, smearing it slightly across the old scar running down his jaw. His voice came low, almost a growl.
"Give me a second."
He turned from me, fingers flicking toward the edge of his coat. I thought he was reaching for another weapon, until it became clear that what he was seeing was the faint shimmer of a projected system interface flicker to life in front of him. His hands moved swiftly through the air as if he was typing in front of him.
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[Scan]
Name: [Blank]Job: Spy (A-Rank)
Skills:
Stealth Mastery (Lv. 7) - Grants superior movement in shadows and hostile areas. Increases speed and reduces detection radius.
Infiltration (Lv. 6) - Enables bypassing of security systems (digital & physical). Boosts lockpicking, terminal hacking, and bypass routines.
