Tonight, the job was a little blue data chip nestled inside a locket, currently hanging around the neck of a man named Silas Vane.
She bypassed the bodyguards by simply slipping between two dancers who were too lost in the music to notice her. She reached the VIP railing and vaulted over it, landing softly on the plush sofa beside Silas. vixen bella spark
"Oops," she laughed.
She hit the accelerator, and the car shot forward, leaving nothing behind but a trail of red dust and the lingering scent of trouble. Tonight, the job was a little blue data
Now.
"I have it," Bella said, her voice smooth as velvet. "Transfer the credits to the usual drop. The Vixen is going home." and the car shot forward