Three flashes of light enveloped them. Arthur's blood-stained shirt was instantly replaced by a flawless, tailored charcoal suit. Cassia's tactical gear shifted into a stunning, backless crimson evening gown. Vane grunted in annoyance as his rusted armor vanished, leaving him in a stiff, highly uncomfortable navy-blue tuxedo.
"I look like an idiot," Vane complained, tugging at his collar.
"You look like a bodyguard," Arthur corrected. "Which is exactly what you're going to be."
Arthur walked toward the door. The thrill of the hunt was back. He wasn't just sitting in an office signing papers. He was actively stepping into the field to rip a competitor apart piece by piece.
"Pack your gear," Arthur smirked, looking back at Cassia and Vane. "We're going to the casino."
Sector 5 was an absolute assault on the senses.
