Orion’s POV:
“Coast Is clear,” Kenji’s voice crackled through the comms, low and precise.
Zyon nodded to me as he reversed the car and drove to the back of the massive building where many other cars were parked. Guests had already arrived for the auction and I stopped my bike right underneath a tree, further away from the guest area, since I would be taking the staff entrance.
I paused at the edge of the iron gate, dressed in the black-and-white uniform of one of the event servers.
My gloved hand tightened on the hidden gun in my back pocket.
I looked nothing like myself—my usual dark hair covered with a realistic blonde wig, my eyes concealed beneath light blue contacts.
“All set.” Zyon spoke into the comms then.
"Good. Maintain position," I muttered back, adjusting my earpiece s
