In the chaos, Light, Senjen & the exo-suit soldier made it down to the casino floor. Senjen momentarily lost the droid tracking him, but it wouldn’t be long before they figured out his little stunt.

This room was full of games tables. Roughly in front of them were the familiar double doors back into the stairwell. Now they’d descended a level, it looked relatively clear, except for the jagged hole in the floor about three metres across halfway in between. There was no kitchen on this floor; instead the wall to the left of the stairwell doors was occupied by a formidable bank vault behind a long bar. 

Half a dozen count room clerks were holed up behind the bar, fighting four droids who had taken cover throughout the room. One of the clerks was blind firing a plasma repeater, the others popped out to shoot before ducking back. As Light watched, a droid threw a grenade that was reflected by a force field around the bar. It had to dive out of the way of the explosion.

To the right of the blistering firefight, the stairwell and the hole in the floor, a woman in black armour and two droids were in the process of handcuffing a clutch of terrified non-combatants. For the moment, they had their backs turned.

There was no sign of the boss and his bodyguard in this chaotic sea of tables and plasma bolts.