Agba leaned back in his chair smirking, and twirled around in it just for fun. He was loving the stress he was causing the Warlord and loving that he was always two steps and a mile ahead of him. His plan had worked to the T. He had played on the sexual tension between the Warlord and his Grand Moff and managed to get Marca to send all three of his top assassins right to his front door step. He wanted the Warlord distracted and off his game and that's exactly what had happened. Now he was enjoying watching him hop across the galaxy in an attempt to find him and his own army. Remembering that day, Jarron had been easy. More concerned for his mate and Marca's Grand Moff, he had been Agba's first target. Agassiz didn't put up much of a fight after he had held his saber to Jarrons unconscious body. But the Grand Moff had proved more of a challenge. She had known better than to care that the other two were compromised and went into self savior mode. She stripped two of his guards of their sabers and heads in a matter of seconds. And as Agassiz was taken away she had full on attacked him, her size and weight proving a formidable opponent for Agba. The Moff fought with two sabers better than one, and her powers kept her a fraction of a second ahead of him. But Agba had his own powers and while she was completely focused on the fight he allowed part of his mind to drift away and search her own. What he found was a crippled memory, forced by a block, held by Jarron. He also found her real name. He couldn't hold the search for long, she easily outweighed him by a hundred pounds and wasn't tiring in the least. He needed his full concentration for what he was going to do next. He had pulled a brick out of that wall and meeting her sabers crossed in front of him he had screamed her real name.