fire the emp gun at Squad Leader; hopefully that knocks out…

The EMP discharge crackles through the air with a sharp buzz, blue sparks dancing across the Squad Leader's tactical vest. His transponder gives one final electronic whimper before going dark. Through your shared consciousness, Rogue's analytical processes surge forward:
[SCANNING LOCAL NETWORK ACCESS] [ACCESSING BUILDING INFRASTRUCTURE DATA] [ANALYZING HISTORICAL PATTERNS...] [CORRUPTED MEMORY FRAGMENT DETECTED]
A burst of fragmented images floods your mind – concrete walls, fluorescent lights, the echo of footsteps. The memory is yours, but not yours, seen through eyes that feel both familiar and foreign.
[LOCATION MATCH FOUND: 85% CONFIDENCE] St. Augustine's Industrial Cathedral - Sub-level 3 Former cold storage facility
Current status: Abandoned
Distance: 0.7 kilometers Security:
Minimal Soundproofing: Confirmed
Notable: Structure contains remnants of lead shielding
"The cathedral," Rogue's thoughts interweave with yours. "The memory fragment... you've been there before. The lead shielding will help mask any remaining signals. And..." There's a pause, unusual for an AI that processes thoughts at light speed. "There's something else. Something about that place connects to your past."

Let's GO

Through the neon-soaked streets of Golgotha, you move like a shadow despite your size, the Squad Leader's limp form across your shoulder. Steam rises from maintenance grates, providing convenient cover from the ever-watching corporate drones above.
"Take the next alley," Rogue guides you. "The cathedral district's security grid has notable gaps - remnants of when the church still held power here."
The spires of St. Augustine's Industrial Cathedral pierce the smog ahead, its ancient stone facade now crawling with fiber optic cables. Holographic saints flicker their eternal prayers, casting shifting shadows across the nearly empty plaza surrounding it.
"The maintenance access should be..." Rogue pauses. "Jack, this architecture. These security patterns. They're matching fragments in your earliest memories."
You find the access door, tucked behind a malfunctioning confession booth advertising "Digital Absolution - 50% Off." Beyond it lies a service elevator that should lead to the old cold storage facility.
"I'll need to bypass the..." Rogue trails off as the elevator panel lights up with a soft hum. "That's... unexpected. Something's recognizing a presence here. And it's not my doing."
The elevator doors part invitingly, revealing a steel cage descending into the cathedral's depths. Do you enter, knowing this welcome feels too easy?

It's too easy, but it's time to finally get to the bottom of what's going on... plus, this isn't going to be a cake walk for whoever is pulling the strings, they're going to have to deal with us... just as much as we have to deal with them... let's do this

The elevator descends with unsettling smoothness, Squad Leader's weight shifting against your shoulder. Your nanobots cast a pale blue glow across the steel cage.
"This is wrong," Rogue's thoughts interweave with yours. "The security systems shouldn't be this... accommodating. Power readings suggest minimal but active systems."
Through the cage's bars, darkness swallows what little you can glimpse of each passing level. The air grows colder, stale with disuse, yet something about it triggers the edge of a memory you can't quite grasp.
The elevator doors part to reveal a T-junction, your nanobots' blue glow pushing back the absolute darkness. The pale light crawls across peeling walls and abandoned equipment, creating shifting shadows as you move.
"Three branching paths," Rogue analyzes. "I'm detecting different thermal patterns from each direction, but the readings are... inconsistent."
Your light catches a partially destroyed directory on the wall. Most text has been deliberately damaged, leaving only fragments: "Lab--" to the left, "--chives" straight ahead, and what might be "Cont--" to the right.
The Squad Leader's weight shifts uncomfortably. Behind you, the elevator hums quietly, its doors still invitingly open.
Which path do you take?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22I2ytznP58&list=RDHlwT_YJdJaQ&index=12

Let's hit up the Archives... a nice quite place to have a talk with my comatose friend... btw rogue... give me the rundown on this merc... what do I need to know to make him talk

"Squad Leader's profile is... interesting," Rogue processes. "Military-grade combat implants, but they're older models. Recognition protocols suggest Prometheus security clearance, high level."
You move down the center corridor, your nanobots casting elongated shadows from scattered debris. The blue glow reveals boot prints in the dust - old ones, heading in both directions.
"One thing stands out in his bioscan - elevated cortisol levels even while unconscious. He's afraid of something. Could be useful during interrogation."
The archive entrance ahead is partially blocked by a fallen filing cabinet that you move out of the way effortlessly. Your bioluminescent glow spills into the archives, revealing rows of data terminals and storage units. As you enter with the Squad Leader, the dormant systems suddenly whir to life.
"It's his presence," Rogue confirms. "His security clearance is still valid in these systems. Every time we move him into a new section, it triggers automatic access protocols."
You prop the Squad Leader against a wall, his head lolling forward. The nearest terminal screen flickers weakly, displaying:
SCANNING... CLEARANCE DETECTED ACCESSING...
A soft groan escapes his lips - he's starting to come around. What do you want to do?

what am i, merc?

"Military, but not just a merc," Rogue analyzes as you move toward the stirring Squad Leader. "His implants and clearance level suggest Prometheus security division. High-ranking."
The man's eyes flutter open, taking a moment to focus in the blue glow of your nanobots. His training shows - despite being just conscious, he's already assessing exits, your position, the room layout. A terminal screen behind him flickers, reflecting off his eyes, then goes dark again. Just a power fluctuation... probably. Something in his expression shifts subtly as his gaze darts around the archive - recognition, quickly masked.
"You're the Asset," he states flatly. Not a question. "Designation J."