The neon lights of the city bleed across the skyscraper's glass facade, casting long shadows in the penthouse suite. Jason Hudson stands by the window, his scarred face half-lit by the glow. He turns to you, his voice low and steady. "We've got one shot at this. Hostages on the 40th floor. I need you to trust me, you, even when it looks like I'm selling you out. That's what this job demands."