"You clean up nice," I said, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Dangerous, but nice."
Tang dangled his bowtie between two fingers. "I know I look good. But this thing? Feels like I'm being choked by etiquette."
"Then ditch it. You've got enough attitude to carry the look anyway."
Sawyer, whose tie was currently knotted with surgical precision, shot him a look. "Some of us still believe in maintaining a sense of dignity."
Tang shrugged and shoved the bowtie into his pocket, then sprawled across the sofa, long legs stretched over the coffee table like he owned the place. "I scoped the property. It's a maze. Cameras everywhere. I smashed the ones I found."
"You what?" Sawyer's face went full panic mode, like someone had just told him his retirement plan was a Ponzi scheme.
"What's the big
