Alyssa and her team were moving through the OrgaCorp facility, their footsteps light but purposeful as they made their way down the dimly lit hallways.

Alyssa turned to her team, her voice steady and commanding. "You two, go left and secure the control room. Make sure the intel's in place. No mistakes this time. And if you find any guards, take 'em out quietly-don't make a scene." She glanced at the other half of the team. "You're with me. We head straight for the main comms hub. We'll make sure no one calls for backup."

Her eyes flickered to the rest of her team. "And you three, sweep the rear. Keep an eye out. If anything goes wrong, you get us out. Understand?"

Her team responded with murmured acknowledgments and nods, and they split up, moving with military precision.

Alyssa exhaled sharply and adjusted her gear, then turned to check on Ryder. But just as she did, there was a sudden, familiar sound: a flurry of footsteps, followed by the unmistakable crack of bodies hitting the floor.

Alyssa sighed, muttering under her breath as she shook her head. "Oh for god's sake..."

Ryder moved through the OrgaCorp facility like he owned the place, his steps sure and confident, the smirk never leaving his face. A dozen OrgaCorp soldiers emerged from the shadows, weapons raised, all aimed directly at him.

Ryder didn't even flinch. He sighed, rolling his neck as though the whole situation was just a mild inconvenience. "Really, guys?" he muttered, hands slipping into his pockets. "You had to bring the whole welcoming committee?"

One of the soldiers stepped forward, barking a command. "Hands where we can see them!"

"Or what?" Ryder drawled, arching a brow, taking in the group with a glance. "You'll ask me nicely?"

Before the soldier could respond, Ryder was in motion. With a blur of speed, he ducked, spun, and disarmed the first guard in a fluid, effortless move, sending him flying over his shoulder. In the same instant, he dropped two more with a brutal combo of kicks and punches, grabbing a dropped weapon mid-air and using it to knock out the rest in a seamless dance of violence.

The last soldier stood frozen, gun wavering in his trembling hands as he stared at the bodies of his fallen comrades. Ryder, unfazed, casually pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag. Smoke curled around his head as he exhaled, eyes gleaming with mischief.

The soldier's hands shook as he tightened his grip on his weapon, voice faltering. "Who... who are you?"

Ryder took another drag, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Bond," he replied, savoring every syllable. "James Bond."

The soldier's brow furrowed in confusion. "That's... that's not your-"

Before he could finish, Ryder's hand shot out, knocking the gun from his grasp. In the same fluid motion, he drew his own weapon and pressed the barrel lightly to the soldier's forehead.

"Shh," Ryder whispered, the grin widening. "You'll ruin the moment."

The soldier's breath hitched, frozen under Ryder's cold gaze. Ryder patted him on the shoulder with mock sympathy, chuckling. "Run along now. I'm feeling generous today."

As the last soldier fled, Ryder leaned against the wall, taking another slow drag from his cigarette. His smirk deepened as he watched the soldier retreat, muttering to himself, "Not bad for an amateur, huh?"

Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence like a knife.

Alyssa:
"Hey, bloody MORON, are you done fooling around already?"

Ryder straightened up, turning with a grin that didn't fade. He flicked the cigarette to the floor and crushed it under his boot, uncaring about the chaos he'd just caused.

Alyssa stormed down the hall, her boots echoing in the silence left by Ryder's rampage. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the scene-the soldiers knocked out in various positions, some slumped against walls, others sprawled across the floor.

Alyssa:
"You're seriously wasting time, aren't you?"

Ryder just chuckled, unbothered.
Ryder:
"What can I say? I like to make an entrance... or two."

Alyssa rolled her eyes.
Alyssa:
"One of these days, I'm going to leave you to clean up your own mess. Bloody show-off."

Ryder:
"You'll get used to it."
He waggled his eyebrows. "Besides, you're secretly impressed."

Alyssa coughed and shook her head disgust.