With terrifying speed, your massive frame becomes a blur of…

With terrifying speed, your massive frame becomes a blur of blue light and raw power. You crash through the Tech Specialist like a freight train, his EMP device clattering uselessly across the floor along with... what looks like a medical clearance badge? In the split second before impact, you catch a glimpse of a familiar logo - some kind of medical or research facility - but the memory slips away like smoke.
The Tech Specialist hits the wall hard, out cold, a cracked tablet falling from his vest. On its broken screen, you glimpse the letters 'PROM-' before the display dies completely.
In one fluid motion, you materialize behind the Squad Leader, your hand effortlessly lifting him off the ground. His tactical gear bears no unit insignia, no identification - these aren't regular corporate troops. The AI in your head flashes a warning: [BIOMETRIC MATCH - HISTORICAL DATA CORRUPTED].
You turn your attention to the Heavy, your voice amplified by rage and power: 'RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!'