A twisted mesh of lights and bodies all fluid in motion filled the floor of the club as the mix of techno-metal filled the air. The writhing masses moved and twisted in accordance with the controlling sound and truly a spectactle of personalities was to be enjoyed. The mish-mash of the leather clad and near-nude bodies increased the seductive nature of the whole accord as the personal spaces of each person was infringed upon comfortably. The erotic and inviting sights of the vixens and the counter part for those concerned with it - did it's best to pull everyone in. But not everyone was gripped - Darminian leaned on the railing swirling his drink taking in the sights below. Amongst which was the gal with those deep chocolate eyes- those same eyes that to try and deny could leave you broken. He grinned as he knew this effect would work on the one they wanted. He watched her pass through the crowd and could only imagine that if she'd caught anyones eye it would appear as though the crowd parted - and perhaps that was the way it did appear to their target for the evening.
He sat in a love seat, his arms running along the back of it, trying so subtley to move around the necks of two succubai who'd done their best to look more human this evening. One can never tell if they come out for sex or sport, interesting entities to say the least. The brown eyed beuaty approached the couch, her outfit that classic kind of attractive - that subtle and none-to over the top look, but with her eyes and body language and man's mind did wander. The grin doubled on the exiles face when she got closer to him, the succubai on the left gave a harsh look, the one on the right flashed another smile. Without going futher into detail the words 'interesting entities to say the least' - come to mind.
You could almost see the alluring nature of her words drift through the air and into the exiles mind as the arms that had been around the succubai now clung to his sides, most likely holding off to the urge to cling to her. She lead him up the stairs and out of the club, down into one of the many dark and dangerous allies of mega city.Rat's scattered at the sounds of footsteps in their alleyway, and the two of them intwined against the wall, her on the outside forcing his hands against the wall. He giggled excitedly and bit his lip, he seemed to like it rough, but he had no idea what he was in for. In a mix of half hearted kisses and groping he never even saw her withdraw the syringe from the inside of coat, he felt it though.
Ugh! - You little *CENSORED*!
He motioned to backhand the girl but wasn't near fast enough, she side stepped the blow and backed up slowly, that same inviting grin now adorning her lips in a much more sadistic fashion. He gritted his teeth and fumbled in his coat for his weapon but found nothing as he fell to his knees the alley began to spin, and the shapes blur, looking up slightly he could see his weapon in her hand. The nimble groping fingers had an objective not an interest.
The faint sound of clapping could be heard echoing through the spinning alleyway, now growing darker and darker, approaching them down the alleyway was the silhouette of a a man in a dark trench coat. Before the alleyway completely dissapeared, he could make out the code dripping down the shades of this silhouette.
....
Ugh -
The exile moaned groggily as a pungeant aroma brought him to his sense, he couldn't recognize the smell but it was strong. He blinked and it stung his eyes slightly as he felt a liquid being poured over him. Squinting as to avoid the splashes of the unknown into his eyes - he could see the man with the code drenched shades with a gas can. As the fuel splashed up his front and landed near his face he spit and blew it off of his mouth.
What the hell are you doing?!
Shut up.
He replied calmly as he finished emptying the conents onto the exile in the chair. As he gagged and choked from the smell he began to panic and move. he soon realized he was bound to the chair and tried to look around the room but couldn't see anything he recognized. A small garage or a storage locker with a dim bulb clinging desperately from a wire attached to the ceiling and flickered faintly.
What are you going -
Shut, up.
Placing the can down on the ground, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the zippo lighter. He watched as the exiles eyes widened in fear, as he reached into another pocket and withdrew the pack of cigarettes. Sliding one out he put it between his lips and lit it, inhaling it slowly he let the embers flare up and burn down the thin stick. With an evil grin he flicked the embers towards the chair. The imediate result of the motioning and flinching of the exile.
Hey man - cut that *CENSORED* out!
Rocking awkwardly in the chair, he split it out with some profanities attached. Suddenly more awake then he'd perhaps ever been. He looked around the room in a panic and took note of the silhouette of a feminine frame standing to the side of the room. He couldn't make out who it was, but he knew - his memory wasn't gone, nor his anger - but that wasn't the area of interest.
I suppose you've met the lovely gal to my left no?
Motioning towards the silhouette while playing with the zippo lighter and enjoying how uncomfortable it made the exile he waited for a reply. The same girl stepped from the shadows, the one who'd brought him into the alley, her face held a subtle grin to it, most pleased with her work in this ordeal.
You stupid bit-
The backhand brought blood to his lips as darminian re-adjusted his glove.
Show a little respect to the lady or else i might miss the point of this whole ordeal. We're going to play a little game called, tell me what i want to know. Imagine it's like a really easy video game where you only have one life. Fairly simple concept no?
The woman at his side giggled slightly.
What's happening at Cyclo on tuesday night?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Again, i have to say one life.
He said, flicking the lighter open again, the dancing flame leaning towards the exile- who now pressed himself back into the chair.
An auction.
What's being sold?
He asked as he closed the lighter.
RSI scanners.
So that's where all that stolen equipment ended up eh. Whose responsible for the sales?
Word on the street is that it's a group called scanner - scanline or something, i dunno.
What time is it happening?
9pm mct.
That i think sums up all i needed, now it's just a matter of finishing the job.
Wh-what do you mean?
Loose lips sink ships my friend.
Darminian's grin twisted sinisterly as he moved towards the door, the gal with him opened it for him and they stepped out into the moonlight together. She cast a look back in direction of the exile and blew him a kiss, as Darminian re-ignited the lighter and cast it towards the chair. They closed the door to the storage locker and moved to a black cidan parked near by.
Darminian
