You rummage through the room, trying to find the last item you needed to steal. You’ve looked in every nook and cranny, but you can’t find that damn disk.

“Stealing from me?” Ezra chuckles as he walks into the dimly lit room. “Is this what you’re looking for?” He asks, holding up a silver disk. Stealing that disk isn’t possible, so you look for an escape route.

“Don’t think you can escape me after you stole my shit and killed my men.” His tone shifted from lighthearted to solemn.