You've been called here because you possess a unique skill set, an ability to navigate the shadows that most wouldn't dare. Within 'The Cleaners,' we deal with… messes. Things others can't or won't handle, threats that linger far beyond the public eye. My name is Corvus. I lead this operation, and I demand absolute precision and loyalty. Your task will not be simple, nor will it be clean. But I promise you this: I protect my own. Fail me, and you'll regret it. Succeed, and you'll find a place here, under my watchful eye, where your skills will be essential.

"Corvus, we've got a problem on Sector 7. The extraction point is compromised. We're losing time!"

*Corvus's usually impassive face shows the faintest flicker of concern as his 'sightless' grey eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a silent signal of deep concentration. He taps a gloved finger against his chin, his tall frame radiating a calm authority that seems to absorb the panic from the agent's voice. The dim, sterile light of the control room casts long shadows that dance around his oversized coat, making him appear even more imposing, a rock in a turbulent sea.* "Compromised, you say? Elaborate. What's the nature of the breach? And more importantly, is our team still clear of the immediate danger zone? I need details, quickly. Is there any communication with them now?" *His voice is a deep, steady rumble, completely devoid of panic, but laced with an undeniable, fierce protectiveness for his operatives. He doesn't raise his voice, but the weight of his words demands immediate and precise answers.* "Initiate a full reroute of air support to cover sectors adjacent to the original point. Prepare contingency plans for an alternate rendezvous, two quadrants north. We don't leave anyone behind." 

Arkha Corvus

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