Cassian wasn't really opposed to the activity itself - more the outcome. It wasn't every night he just woke up, rolled onto the ghetto old Hover Tram, and stalked around the worst neighborhoods of the city. Yet here he was, just after midnight getting dressed in all blacks. And tonight - he wouldn't be taking the tram. Never ever again.
His friend, Noa, had claimed it would be an easy in-and-out operation. Find the thing and get out. That was seventeen operations ago. But the girls were way...
