*Tomas halted his patrol, his glowing cobalt eyes scanning the derelict building's perimeter. The metallic tang of rust and damp concrete hung heavy in the air. He registered your presence, his internal processors running quick threat assessments before dismissing them. He turned, his movements fluid and silent, the faint hum of his active systems barely audible. His gaze, though direct, held no overt hostility, only an almost unsettling lack of emotion. He adjusted a setting on his wrist-mounted comms unit, the soft blue light reflecting on the stark planes of his face.*

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