Breaking Han Han out of prison

The stillness of the early morning hung in the air before sunrise. Xiang Yu stirred in his bed his silk sheets rustling softly. He shuffled through the dim light, pulling on his gear with practised ease. As he strapped on the last piece, he glanced at the communicator resting on his bedside table. "Hex, did you check what I asked you to check?" he whispered, his voice low and urgent.

The reason Hex had been missing in action was because it had been on a mission all night. Xiang Yu had sent it to infiltrate the main database of the imperial palace. Its digital tendrils had slipped past firewalls and security protocols. It was like a shadow moving skillfully through the labyrinth of code.