She turned and vanished before he could even register her scent. By the time the song faded into the next track, Asi and Ouz Han were back in the cool night air, the engine of a getaway bike roaring to life.
Asi Bela melted into the dance floor. She moved through the sweating bodies like a ghost, her gaze locked on the target in the velvet booth. As the beat of "Sende" reached a fever pitch, she tripped—a calculated, elegant stumble—right into the target's lap.
Ouz Han climbed on behind her, a rare grin breaking his stoic expression. "Don't worry. Like the song says... the power is sende —it’s in you."
Ouz Han slipped into the shadows of the mezzanine, his fingers flying across a handheld deck. One by one, the security feeds looped. "You have ninety seconds, Asi. Go."
She turned and vanished before he could even register her scent. By the time the song faded into the next track, Asi and Ouz Han were back in the cool night air, the engine of a getaway bike roaring to life.
Asi Bela melted into the dance floor. She moved through the sweating bodies like a ghost, her gaze locked on the target in the velvet booth. As the beat of "Sende" reached a fever pitch, she tripped—a calculated, elegant stumble—right into the target's lap.
Ouz Han climbed on behind her, a rare grin breaking his stoic expression. "Don't worry. Like the song says... the power is sende —it’s in you."
Ouz Han slipped into the shadows of the mezzanine, his fingers flying across a handheld deck. One by one, the security feeds looped. "You have ninety seconds, Asi. Go."