Angel sat besides Wiley at the Blue Retruise, sipping ale and playing cards with a couple of oither shady creatures from the darker side of Coruscant.

"There's senate hostages at the Republic," Wiley states matter-of-factually, closing his communicator as he stands.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Angel replies, tossing up her arms. "I thought that gig was through. I was happy to clean my hands of senators and politics for awhile." Wiley frowns in reply.

"You chose your path," he answered, bucking his holster. "But this will be mine." Angel sighs, finishing her drink in a single gulp.

"Let's go," she replies hesitantly, following him out of the bar.