1 Chapter O.N.E

It was almost midnight as I pulled into the parking lot of Bang, the music from the newly opened club was so loud, that I could feel the music through the doors of my beloved sports car. Yawning, I grabbed my gun out from under my seat, and then slipped it into the holster that was attached to the back of my bra. I pulled down my visor and tucked the pieces of my natural black hair into the long blonde wig I had on. If I hadn't had known better I would have thought the wig was the real thing.

Next, I covered up my ocean blue eyes and put on some brown contacts. Then I slipped on a pair of plain Black, 3-inched heels, this particular pair was a favorite of mine. They were custom made by The Agency and were designed to break apart, changing my once tall heels to flats, making it easier to change my appearance. The heel itself had a built in flashlight, and it had a built in taser (which thankfully I have never had to use). I glanced down at my phone to check the time, which read 12:00 AM. Grabbing my burner phone from the glove box, I slipped it into the strap on my inner thigh, as well as one of my combat knives. With that, I got out of my car and made my way inside.

As I was approaching the front door, I reached into the wallet I was carrying. [Crap]. I mentally scolded myself when I realized that I had left the fake ID from The Agency at home. [This should be interesting.] I looked up to notice that the two bouncers at the front door did not look like they were taking any crap from anyone. The first guy was short and extremely overweight, he had a ridiculous looking mullet and was pretty ugly if I do say so myself. The second bouncer was night and day different from the first one, he was a healthy weight but was very muscular, he had green eyes, and had a modern rust brown haircut. When I had moved up to the front of the line, I tried to just squeeze past with the group in front of me but the second bouncer grabbed my arm and held out his hand for my ID.

"Sorry boys I must have left my ID at home" I said after I dug through my purse for a minute to make it more believable. [This isn't going to work!] Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that a man, who had the word BOSS printed onto his T-shirt, was most definitely checking me out. [Now this I can work with.] I abruptly turned around and walked over to him. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I pulled his head down closer to me and whispered in his ear,

"I left my ID at home but I'm meeting someone important and need to get in, if you help me, I will make it worth your while" Nodding, he snaked his arm around my waist and brought me over towards the two bouncers. [That was entirely too easy.]

"Anyone want to tell me why you aren't letting my girl get through?" He spat while looking between the two.

"Ughh she didn't have her ID." Replied the fat one, while looking like he was a child that had just been scolded by his parents.

"If it's her ID you need here, she left it at my place last night." He said in an I dare you to look way as he began to fish his wallet out of his pocket.

"No no no we don't need to see it Boss!" The second bouncer answered as soon as the words had left his bosses lips. Huffing, their boss snaked his arm back around my waist and lead me inside. Once we were inside we both just looked at each other then burst out laughing.

"So, Braxton, I guess I owe you." I said while I flicked the name tag on his chest.

"It would seem that way."

"Here I have to go now." I said as I handed him a paper with my personal number on it.

"Yeah so you can ignore me? I'm not stupid." He said as if this was not the first time this had happened.

"I'll answer and we can do whatever you want". I responded as I looked at the time on my phone, it read 12:10. [Ughh only ten more minutes until the power is out, then its go time.] Then I turned and left before he could protest.

Once I left him I looked around, they had a bar on the right, with about twenty bar stools and had five bartenders mixing drinks. A whole bunch of tiny disco balls were hanging around one big one in the center of the dance floor, that was in the middle of the club. The dance floor had flashing neon tiles, where a hundred or so sweaty and drunk bodies were dancing on and with people. Straight ahead, there was a stage, where there would be an occasional show, put one by one or many male or female strippers, or a paid lap dance. There were bathrooms just left of the stage, and to the right of it were all the VIP rooms, for all the rich people who wanted private shows. Scattered around the club there were booths and table spread throughout the club.

"Hey y-you com'n dance with meh." Commanded a man who had came up from behind me. I simply pushed him away and made my way to the bar. [I still have a few minutes before the light go out.]

"Vodka on the rocks" I told the bartender, when all of a sudden a pair of hands grabbed my waist, and pulled me against his body.

"Come dance ith me, ets goo!" The same guy from a few seconds ago demanded again. Throwing his hands off me, I downed the shot that the bartender had placed in front of me.

"Need me to call security ma'am?" The bartender asked from behind the counter. I could see Braxton who was dealing with a problem down at the other end of the bar, but he motioned for the bouncer next to him to handle it and made his way towards me. I waved them both off, meanwhile down bar lots of people seemed interested in what was going on. The drunkard once again came behind up behind me, he reeked of vomit and beer. He was now hugging me from behind, then he started to sniff my hair. [Well that's not weird at all. Creep.]

"This is gonna be fun." I muttered to myself. Having enough of this guy, I leaned my head down, and then quickly drove it up, hitting him directly in the face. He stumbled backwards, then the bartender came up to me once again and opened his mouth to say something when I cut him off,

"One more same thing." I ordered as is nothing had ever happened. I could feel everyone else's eyes on me from all around the bar. Suddenly I felt a swift tug on my wig and may actual hair underneath. [Crap, hopefully my wig is still intact.] Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Braxton and another bouncer run over to assist me.

"You little Bi-" the drunk guy hissed into my ear. Before he could make his next move, I grabbed his arm that was in my hair, and spun myself around, leaving me to face him. I smirked devilishly, then drove my knee as hard as I could, straight into his groin. He immediately fell to the ground, screaming, while gripping his new injury. [Well he can kiss children goodbye!] I was busy imagining how to further inflict pain on him when he got up, then I was pulled out of my thoughts when the bartender came with me next shot.

"Thanks." I murmured as I nodded in the bartenders direction, then I glanced at his name, which read Ted.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna need one more of these Ted." I told him as I saw that the man had almost recovered from the blow. Almost was a bit of a stretch though, just as he was about to stand up, he toppled back down, acting like it had happened all over again. After a minute of waiting, Ted finally came over with my drink. I turned around and saw that Braxton was still hovering, but the other bouncer had apparently left at some point. Without turning around, I could feel the man finally stand up behind me. He grunted, then started charging towards me, yelling like a caveman, or maybe he was howling, I don't even know.

Just as he was about to tackle me to the ground, I simply sidestepped, and he came crashing to the edge of the bar. An explosion of laughter erupted throughout the bar area. Then the guy dramatically collapsed to the floor, I debated just walking away but decided that he was asking for it. So I walked up to him and kicked him in the groin, again.

"You might want to get that checked out." I told him my voice was dripping with fake concern. Smirking I grabbed my last remaining drink and threw it into his eyes, slapped a twenty on the bar, then walked away to go kill my target. As I went to walk away, the bar once again roared with laughter.

"Glad I could amuse you," I snapped as I walked off. I pulled out my burner phone and checked the time. 12:20. At that moment the lights went out and a couple screams were heard throughout the club. [Right on time!]