Midnight infiltration. Three guards, two blind spots, one way in through the ventilation system. Silent entry.
Night shift is always sloppier. The perimeter guard is smoking, distracted. The entrance guards are playing cards.
I breached through a ventilation shaft on the roof. Old Separatist facilities all have the same design—learned the schematics during the Clone Wars.
Silent takedowns. Non-lethal. Guards wake up with headaches, but they wake up. Not my target. Not my problem.
Sorr's quarters are three floors down. He's alone. Unarmed. Should be easy.
Should be.
This is the way.