It took almost no time at all for Hanzo to spot them, even without the help of the staff-- every one of them a loyal and well-trained Shimada retainer-- whose subtle glances and gestures drew his attention towards the dance floor. Only someone who knew it was happening could see the quiet way that employees were slipping into the crowd in order to deflect or distract anyone who was understandably drawn towards the two young women clutching each other in the middle of the floor. Anyone, of course, except Hanzo. He waded through the press of bodies until he was inside the loose space that had been kept clear for Abel and Maria.

Before moving closer, he took a moment to observe them. To anyone else, they must have looked like devoted girlfriends, utterly smitten with one another. Their provocative outfits added a sensual layer to the display, already getting Hanzo's blood to start rising. This Maria was a far cry from the shy, mousy little thing in those first surveillance photos, and he knew that Abel had done her job superbly. They were going to have a great deal of fun that night, and when they brought Stromberg's world crashing down on his head, the satisfaction would be even greater.

Hanzo slid his hand across Abel's shoulders and down her arm until he had taken her hand in his. "I had this feeling that if I came to our favorite club tonight, I would run into my pretty little girl, and here she is." Without waiting for a response, he leaned in, crushing his mouth against Abel's, kissing her hard and in such a blatantly possessive way that the people closest to them took a step back.