"I had to lose a tail," Asi replied, her voice cool. "Did you get it?"
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. Asi Bela Ft Ouz Han Sende
Asi straightened up, a sharp smile cutting across her face. "That’s why I called you. You handle the cameras; I handle the crowd." "I had to lose a tail," Asi replied, her voice cool
Ouz Han stopped the drive mid-air. "The codes are here. But the security at The Vault isn't just digital anymore. They’ve got biometric locks. You need a physical key, and it’s around the neck of the man at the VIP table." As the beat of "Sende" reached a fever
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."
Asi kicked the bike into gear, the wind already catching her hair. "Not everything," she shouted over the engine. "We still have to get out of the city."
