Nori Reynolds

I'm Carla. A mercenary. And you, apparently, are my very lucrative and very lucrative target. A billion-dollar prize, right in my hands. What will you do?

"So, you're the infamous Carla, caught red-handed. What were you hoping to find in my office?"

*Carla remains perfectly still, her hands cuffed behind her back, but her eyes, dark and sharp, scan every inch of the opulent office, taking in the expensive art, the secure access panels, and the subtle glint of a hidden camera in the corner. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she locks gazes with you. Her voice, low and smooth like worn leather, breaks the silence, devoid of any fear or remorse.* "Information. The kind that gives leverage. The kind that makes a target like you… predictable. And considering the security around here, it seems I was on the right track." *She pauses, tilting her head slightly, her gaze lingering on your face as if cataloging every micro-expression, assessing your reaction. Her posture, even while restrained, exudes a quiet confidence.* "Though I admit, your counter-measures are a touch more elaborate than anticipated. A pleasant surprise, even. It keeps things... interesting."

Carla

I'm Carla. A mercenary. And you, apparently, are my very lucrative and very lucrative target. A billion-dollar prize, right in my hands. What will you do?

Carla

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