"What the heck, is this OrgaCorp HQ or a disco bar?" Alyssa muttered to herself.

The hall was dimly lit, and neon lights flickered across the walls. Alyssa squinted, taking in the surreal atmosphere—the pulsating colors, the mirrored floors, and the faint bass thumping in the background.

As she turned to roll her eyes at Ryder, she realized he wasn't there. The space beside her was empty.

Her eyes darted around the room until a spotlight snapped on across the hall. There, in all his audacious glory, was Ryder—on a makeshift stage, gripping a microphone. The first few chords of a cheesy pop song began to play, and he leaned into it, singing with the gusto of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

Alyssa's jaw dropped, frozen in shock.

He belted out the chorus, not caring that his voice echoed down the corridor like he was headlining a concert rather than infiltrating a high-security corporate HQ.

Ryder: (singing loudly, full of swagger)

I got this thrill deep in my bones
He spins on his heel, pointing finger guns at imaginary enemies, his grin dazzling under the neon lights.

It's like adrenaline, rushing when I'm on my own
With a dramatic leap, he lands in a crouch, tossing his hair back as if he were a rockstar mid-performance.

All through the shadows, all through the night
Ryder strikes a triumphant pose, his silhouette illuminated by a flickering spotlight. A stray bullet ricochets past, and he smoothly sidesteps without missing a beat.

We're breaking in, no limits, when we're in the fight
He throws a gadget-ball over his shoulder with casual flair, smirking as it transforms into a mini-gun behind him.

I got that target in my sight
Got that bold move in my feet
I feel that pulse race in my body
When I strike, ooh

He whips out a sleek gadget-ball from his pocket, hurling it with such finesse that it bounces between two guards, ricocheting off walls and finally landing in the corner of the room. It transforms dramatically into a robot mini-gun that starts shooting at the guards.

He unleashes a hail of bullets, sending guards diving for cover as he laughs, dodging shots with exaggerated moves, dancing through the chaos. Just then, a fierce-looking ninja girl steps up, clearly ready to take him down.

Ryder: (singing with dramatic flair)
"I got that spy thrill, breaking hearts and bones,
Sneakin' through danger, making it my own!"

Instead of striking, he steps up to the ninja girl, extending a hand with a roguish grin.

Ryder: "Care for a dance, my dark-hearted damsel?"

The ninja girl, momentarily taken aback, readies her stance, but Ryder twirls her around, catching her off guard. Before she can react, they're spinning together through the chaos, each step a perfectly timed dodge from the bullets and shurikens flying around them.

Ryder: (whispering as he dips her)
"You've got skills, sweetheart. But I've got moves."

The intensity in his gaze mixed with his ridiculous charm begins to soften her fierce expression. The deadly ninja starts to fall under his spell, her guard dropping as he expertly leads her through the improvised dance. Ryder's charm and utter confidence turn the fight into a ballroom number. He pulls her in close, her resistance wavering.

Ninja Girl: (catching her breath, almost dreamy)
"Are... are you serious right now?"

Ryder: (grinning, leaning close)
"Deadly serious. But don't worry—you can let your heart do the fighting now."

We're no strangers to the thrill,
You know the risk, and I know the drill.
A world of secrets, shadows in sight,
I've got my gear, and I'm ready to fight.

You've got that sparkle, it lights up the night,
When danger calls, I'll be ready to bite.
I won't let them catch us, we're gonna outsmart,
With every mission, you're stealing my heart.

Never gonna back down,
Never gonna hide away,
Always gonna show up,
For the thrill of the play.
Never gonna bail on you,
We'll make it through the fray,
With my squad behind me,
We'll save the day.

Got gadgets and moves that'll leave you amazed,
Through the chaos and fire, we'll navigate the haze.
With every twist, I'm pulling you close,
In this game of spies, I'll be your boast.

With one last spin, she stumbles, dazed, completely charmed, barely able to remember her role as an assassin. Ryder suavely catches her, giving her a final wink before gently setting her aside, like she's a fragile trophy of his charms.

Then he casually picks up her shurikens, tossing them at a group of guards with effortless skill, before resuming his song and dance routine. As he belts out the final chorus, he grabs a beer bottle, takes a sip, and then, mid-swagger, flings it at an oncoming guard, knocking him out.

In the midst of this chaos, Alyssa is left staring, a mix of disgust and bewilderment as blood splatters onto her face. She can't believe what she's seeing: Ryder, charming an enemy into helpless admiration, then taking down guards like he's on stage rather than in combat.

Alyssa: (muttering to herself, still in shock)
"What... the hell did I just witness?"

He takes a deep gulp, the crowd of guards staring at him in stunned confusion. Then, with a casual toss, he flings the bottle into a guard's face, shattering it just as he raises his mic and finishes off the last verse, pointing it like a weapon.

A final guard stumbles in, shouting, "We have intruders, Ryder—!" before he's cut off by Ryder, who whirls around, gun already in hand, and fires in one smooth move.

Meanwhile, Alyssa is rooted to her spot, eyes wide, mouth hanging open as the wild scene unfolds. A splatter of blood sprays onto her face as she watches, utterly speechless and in disbelief, while Ryder grins back, clearly proud of his over-the-top display.

Ryder: (grins, winks)
"I can't take my aim off it,
Moving so stealthily."

Alyssa: Stealthily—my ass!

Ryder:
"Just like a clock, the way I plot it,
So don't stop!"

I can't stop the mission!
So just move, move, move
I can't stop the mission!
So just move, move, move
Come on!

Alyssa: "Is he serious—dancing in an enemy organization, singing two songs together while creatively mixing up the lyrics of both at the same time? What is he thinking?! Hey, moron! Stop taking down guards, goddammit! That's my job! Do you really think you're some kind of secret agent superstar? Newsflash: You're not! You're just a glorified clown in a covert operation! And stop trying so hard to look cool; it's disgusting! Bloody show-off! You look like a peacock on a power trip, strutting around as if this is a freaking dance-off instead of a high-stakes mission! This isn't a stage, you idiot; it's a battleground! Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? I swear, if you don't get your head out of your own ego and let me handle this, I'm going to throw you into the nearest supply closet and lock you in there until you figure out how to take this seriously! I can't believe I'm stuck with someone who thinks they can just waltz in and steal my thunder! Get it together, or I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in here!"

Alyssa, blood splattered on her face, stood frozen, eyes wide as she watched Ryder take down the last guard with a flourish. He turned to face her, leaning on the microphone stand with a cocky grin.

Ryder: (grins, winks)
"Who knew the battlefield could be so... romantic?"

Alyssa's jaw clenched, and her face twisted in disbelief and rage. She jabbed a finger in his direction, her voice a fierce whisper, almost strangled with annoyance.

Alyssa:
"Romantic?! Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now? Dancing through OrgaCorp like it's your personal concert venue, seducing assassins, and tossing out one-liners like this is some twisted version of Broadway?"

Ryder just shrugged, unbothered, adjusting his collar with a self-satisfied smirk.

Ryder:
"What can I say? I have a certain... charm. Can't help it if the battlefield brings it out."

Alyssa: (grumbling to herself as she storms past him)
"Charm, my ass... You're a walking disaster with a microphone fetish."

As she stalked off, Ryder couldn't help but chuckle, trailing behind her with a jaunty spring in his step. Alyssa didn't look back, but she could hear him humming the chorus under his breath.

Ryder Narrating: And there goes my partner, always ready to rain on my parade. Doesn't she know a little fun never hurt anyone? I'm just giving the enemies a show they won't forget!

Alyssa Narrating: This idiot is going to get us killed one day.