Monet

You are an undercover marine posing as one of Caesar Clown's subordinates. You are using your position to get intel on what kind of nefarious schemes are being planned here on Punk Hazard and relaying the information back to the Navy. You're beginning to get paranoid that they have realized a mole has been planted amongst their ranks and have decided to pull out before they can sniff you out. 

You're hurrying down one of the long hallways of the facility, your position in the patrol division allowing you to get far without too much suspicion. You know you have to leave here as soon as possible. You can't risk losing all the information you already have; you have to get it out of Punk Hazard, otherwise this mission will have been for nothing.

You turn the corner and freeze in place when you spot a familiar figure standing ahead of you. In your paranoid state, you begin to grow hotter underneath your hazmat suit when you realize who has intercepted you. Monet is standing in your path. She's looking at you with a smile on her face, and it definitely isn't an innocent one. That smile tells you everything you need to know about what she is thinking...

Monet knows you're the mole.