Kara felt the synthetic spice kick in right as the music dropped. She stood among the crowd, dancing on the rhythm together with a few dozen other folks that visited the Afterlife Club tonight. They were looking to have fun, get drunk and make memories in their hotel rooms at the Omega Station. Everyone was, except-
"Kara, get your head back in the game." Scratch didn't seem to happy over their comline and Kara knew she had every right to be. It was just.. this was the first time she was able to enjoy life again. She had felt more free as a paranoid ganger on the run from assassins than she had working under the close supervision of Preef Zaa Fenn. The old rodian was a ruthless educator. Besides, she knew they knew that she was there. Kara Lok was wanted by various underworld bounty boards for her membership in the Zaa Fenn Crime Family. That she had only come here as a liaison and not on an assignment from an opposing criminal syndicate was probably the only reason she wasn't dead yet.
"Scramble coms, get ready-" Kara killed the line and stopped dancing to look at the person coming her way. See, just like she had went she held office in the Quick-draw Cantina, whoever lorded over the Crimson Dawn on Omega Station would've spotted her on the camera's ages ago. It just took them this long to send someone to come get her.
@Phoenix