The thrill of pursuit teased at Ross.
There was something satisfying about finding a single target in such a dense, chaotic environment, about letting his senses pick out the exceptional from the ordinary.
With a slow, deliberate grin, Ross stepped lightly into the crowd, letting the bodies around him flow like water while he cut a path toward his quarry.
To anyone else, it would have seemed like he simply moved with the tide—but Ross knew exactly where he was going.
The night was young, the base overflowing, and opportunity surrounded him on all sides. He thrived on it.
As the evening lights flickered across the corridors and the hum of the base settled into a low, continuous pulse, Ross's thoughts were already ahead, calculating, anticipating.
The woman in sight was only the first of many potential adventures tonight, yet he focused fully on the chase.
