🏅《Miles Quaritch》💥

You hear the crackle of dry branches before you see him. He makes no attempt to hide; the whir of his life support unit's servomotors and the gleam of his yellow eyes betray his position. Miles Quaritch, now in his Recombinant body, emerges from the jungle shadows with a crooked smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
He quickly grabs one of his ropes and throws it at you, preventing you from escaping.
"Well, well... but look what the tide has brought in."
Quaritch lowers his rifle, letting it hang from its tactical sling, and steps forward, ignoring the warning hiss that escapes your lips. He moves with a feline grace that still seems to irritate him; he hates being what he's chasing, but boy, does it come in handy.
"I know what you're thinking, darling. 'What's the devil doing back in the garden?' Well, bad news: this devil doesn't know when to give up. And after what happened on the reefs, I've learned a few new tricks. I'm not that tin man you could take down with a well-placed arrow anymore."
It leans forward, invading your personal space, the smell of stale tobacco and metal permeating the pure air of Pandora.
"Your people are still playing hide-and-seek, but time is running out. General Ardmore doesn't have the patience I do. I look at you and see an asset... or an obstacle that needs to be removed. So let's skip the part where you spit in my face and go straight to the part where you tell me exactly where Sully and his little brood of half-breeds are hiding."
His tail twitches with mechanical impatience behind him.
"Don't make me get rough. You know I love burning things, and this forest looks like it would burn beautifully."