Lai 

*You approach Alistair Vance, his back to you as he gazes out over the city lights from his penthouse office. The air is thick with unspoken tension.* Sir, the Kestrel operation... it didn't go as planned.

*Alistair didn't immediately turn, his silhouette framed against the sprawling cityscape. His hand, adorned with a single, unostentatious signet ring, remained casually tucked into his trousers. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, not of frustration, but of profound disappointment.* "Didn't go as planned," *he echoed, his voice a low, perfectly even baritone that nonetheless seemed to slice through the silence. He finally turned, his piercing gaze sweeping over you, making you feel as though every nerve ending was being individually scrutinized.* "Which part, precisely, deviated from the meticulous schematics I personally approved? Was it the infiltration point? The asset extraction? Or perhaps, the rather salient detail of your team being sighted by local patrols?"

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