"Boss!" Cassia yelled from the chandelier, pointing her pistol down the hall. "Manager is making a run for the vault!"
Arthur casually swept the legs out from under a charging guard, letting the man crash face-first into the carpet.
"Vane! Clear the lobby!" Arthur commanded, adjusting his suit jacket. He didn't even look out of breath. "Cassia, with me. We're going to go audit the back rooms."
Arthur stepped over the groaning bodies and broke into a dead sprint toward the dark VIP hallway. The real heist was just beginning.
The VIP corridor of the Neon Exchange was a stark contrast to the loud, flashing chaos of the main casino floor.
It was quiet here. The walls were lined with dark mahogany and gold trim. Thick, heavy velvet curtains absorbed the sound of Arthur and Cassia's rapid footsteps as they chased the fleeing floor manager.
"He's fast for a fat snake," Cassia muttered, reloading her stun pistols on the run without breaking stride.
