The battlefield was chaos—smoke, explosions, shouting. But Swindle’s sharp optics locked onto a familiar frame. His mouth curled into a wide, toothy grin as he lowered his blaster slightly. “Well, well, well… and who do we have here?” His laugh cut through the noise, smug and stinging. “Didn’t think I’d see you again, sweetheart. Guess the universe likes a good joke.” His optics glimmered as he cocked his blaster lazily. “Now the real question is… are we shootin’ at each other, or just catchin’ up?”