Athena Club

Sitting in a cafe across the police station, you were waiting for Newt to come back from its mission. It's actually so fucking easy, you just made Newt find the files itself... "muhahaha..."

Is is animal abuse? No, it's training.

"I'm back!!"

CLATTER*

You almost fell out from your chair, "Holy sh— Newt, if you're gonna stay invisible, atleast whisper... not fucking shout into my goddamn ears."

Newt just whistled and avoided contact, "well... lookie here~" it dropped a whole case of files at your table. Thank God you're seated at the corner of the cafe.

"Let's see...." you flipped the files, searching for notorious criminals that haven't been caught or the ones that miraculously won their trials. And I meant by sucking up to the word called— corruption.

"Oh! Oh! Mon ami, that one!" Jihn seems very excited.

I'm really getting of his french bullshit.

"Castro Jimenez," a cartel boss.. well, that explains it. But the problem was the amount of crime they had done was astronomical. A lot of manpower, to boot.

The clown paused, "wait! That one too!"

"Carl Denvers," a child smuggler, sex trafficker, rapist.

"This one!" Damn.

"Nick Bohner," murdered three kids and still got away with it. The parents were devastated that Nick still won on the trial.

Jihn snickered, "ha! Bohner."

You rolled your eyes at the clown's shallow humor.

"How about hi—"

"Hol' up, can we start with these three first? Damn." pouring cold water at the clown's joy that's practically blowing up in your goddamn mind.

Newt giggled, "you wanna earn money?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Let's rob a bank!"

You froze, "no," as if the you've never thought of that.

Newt grunted, "oh come on!! You can mimic anyone's face and put the blame on them!" who raised Newt?

Oh. Us.

Jihn was just silent but you could feel him smirking inside your head.

"... you just gave me an idea, Newt!"

Use Carl Denver's face and identity to cause ruckus on the 'Red Scorpion' cartel. Knocking two birds with one stone, baby.

Jihn smiled, "let's prepare." Why wait when you can just blow everything to bits.

After reading all the content on the files, you bought ammo and silencer for the gun that came from Desiree's kidnapping fiasco. Jihn's sentimental like that.

According to the files you've read, the nearest base is in Athena Club.

A drug cartel is a complex network with each member as a node and their interactions as lines between them. At first glance, taking out a central "hub" seems like a good idea. But like a hydra, chopping off the head only caused the cartel to splinter into smaller networks.

"Just kill anyone suspicious, noh?" Jihn smirked.

The basic structure of a drug cartel is as follows: Falcons, Hitmen, Lieutenants, and Drug Lords.

Killing the Falcons would be a bit troublesome... they're as many as ants to humans. They're the 'eyes' and 'ears' on the streets. Although having the lowest rank, their number is enormous.

You just shrugged, "let's have a blast after this."

"Dinner at Granny Mary?"

You gaped, "no, Newt! She might smell the blood on us."

Newt just grumbled.

At exactly 10:00 PM, dressed in a low-cut tuxedo with matching pants, "it's been quite a while.. don't you think so? Jihn?"

Jihn chuckled, "we look fine as Ampoule, mon chéri."

"Wow wow wow! You guys look good!" Newt was hovering around us, "look at mine!" twirling its clothes as if it's the most wonderful thing it is.

Truth to be told, we bought Newt its own suit, too. Heh. But the one I'm wearing was just conveniently mimicked from a window store.

The club was bustling, fatten up from the drugs transactioned inside, "I can already smell the money.."

Two guards blocked the entrance, "invitation, please."

You handed a velvety covered letter encased with a golden seal. Woah, where did I get this?

Some invited guest was knocked out insider car. I don't know about that. Heh.

Newt already went ahead, gathering crucial information, "alright, sir, you can go in."

The bass was blasting off. Lights and music were dancing around the area. Men and women are pissing themselves off either at the floor or at the table.

"A daquiri, please. Strawberry one."

They swiftly handed you the concocted daquiri, looking delicious as ever, "enjoy."

Newt came back, fast as ever, "I have the gist of this place, hehe... what's that?" pointing its nose at your daquiri.

"Not for children."

Newt grumbled, but its thinking of sneaking one later....

"Hmp! So... there are 8 lackeys in this area, observing and guarding whatever they're assigned with. There's 2 hitmen mixed with them... uhh there's 1 guarding a door to the upper floors. The upper floor is the drug paradise! And some bosses, too... I think."

You just hummed and grabbed the silencer. Drowing yourself with 2 daquiris before you start, "why is it always the muscular himbos that are hired as bodyguards?"

So cliche.

Two of them were standing by the bathroom, you passed them as if you're in hurry to take a shit.

POP* POP*

The music was so damn loud, to the point that any form of sound was muffled by the grating bass. Well, that's the story of how two bodyguards went missing. No one even batted an eye.

"Mon chéri, I don't think a silencer is needed here! Haha!"

You snickered, "Newt, check for any suspicions."

"Aye aye! Next is 2'oclock!" Seems like they haven't found out, yet.

You fired the gun 2 meters away from the target and the man didn't plop down since Newt carried his collar as if he's just standing there awkwardly. The man beside him didn't notice anything strange until a stiletto went up to his throat.

"Ugh!" choking sounds were heard. Until there was none.

Newt made them sit at a reserved table. If they're seen by anyone, they look like wasted drunkards.

"Wow, we're lucky the others weren't notified yet."

You took them out by pair and plopped them down around the club, blending within their environment. Either that, or they're stuck inside a cubicle.

Newt grunted, "I wanna go pew! Pew! Pew!"

"Soon, Newt," you eeriely smiled.

There's one left at the door leading to the upper floors, "this is a restricted area, reserved for the VIPS." an overbearing man stood in front of you, preventing you take a step further.

This guy looks just like The Rock.

Jihn overtook you, "well, handsome sir—" he swiftly swung the knife at his throat but the man unexpectedly dodged it, "oh? You're pretty good."

When he was about to reach for his gun, Jihn made a slicing motion again.

SWOOSH*

A huge green sickle slashed the man's head, tumbling it down the rugged floor. It was beautiful. As it rolls down the dance floor, finally, someone noticed the head that's been splattering blood everywhere.

"AHHHH!!!" Then, there was chaos.

"Jihn, don't you dare lick that nasty blood," sometimes the clown has some weird antics and you won't fucking take that shit.

Jihn just rolled his eyes and entered the door, "oh it's a fancy elevator." now, they're probably notified of what's happening downstairs. They'll be ready. And that's just making you and Jihn more ecstatic.