Inside the club

The club was loud and crowded, Alessa could barely move without bumping into somebody. She held onto Darecs shirt as he navigated his way to a booth. Meanwhile, Rip circled the room staying on the outskirts of the dance floor, his hood drawn. He knew that it was ultimately his job to get Frem, get the info and get out. Forgetting the telepathic link he allowed those thoughts to the surface.

"Rip, we're a team, a single unit." Neira thought back answering him but her encouragement was cut off by Asander who responded, "yeah, like a hydra!"

Several voices erupted back.

"what-" Devika questioned, a clear smile could be heard in her tone.

"Aren't you supposed to be patrolling!" Neira scolded.

so Rip tuned them out as he observed the staff.

While Rip observed the staff, Alessa and Darec had found a suitable booth away from prying eyes and out of sight of cameras.

Alessa sat against the wall while Darec sat on the outside, ready to defend if need be.

Alessa brought out her datapad and began working on hacking into the cameras and comms of the club.

Rip had begun moving towards the kitchen which seemed the only entrance into the employees area, besides what served as an entrance on the outside of the club. Rip stealthily approached the door to the kitchen and waited. Flexing his finger, a spell was made ready to cast on the first person to come through the door.

A waitress came through the door way and Rip immediately cast the spell on her. Her perception changed regarding him and she saw nothing as he passed her and entered the kitchen area. Rip than waved his hand across the kitchen auditing the kitchen staffs perception, effectively rendering him invisible.

He saw three doors and two of them were freezer doors. The third led to a bathroom area.

Frustration started to inch in until he saw the doors to a large dumbwaiter. A red light above the doors began to flash, just his luck.

Rip opened the doors to the lift and climbed inside and closed the doors. He waited in darkness as the lift ascended. Positioning himself perfectly to strike at the first being to open those doors.

The doors opened and three men were dead within six seconds.

Rip plunged his knife into the first man's throat and reached into the left side of the mans jacket, his hand found and grasped the grip of a gun. Rip than turned the gun toward the two remaining security. Before either could pull their guns they both had holes in their chests.

Frem watched in horror as this tall, pale boy emerged from his lift after killing three of his best men. He reached for his gun but the boy had his hand round his wrist and a knife to his throat in seconds. Who was this? What was he?

Rip leaned in close to Frem and relieved him of his weapon.

"A couple days ago a beam was launched over space. I want origin and nature." Rip demanded than put the barrel of the gun against Frems thigh. Frem gazed down at the pistol than followed Rips arm up to his face. It wasn't the threat that made Frem speak, it was Rips eyes.

The absolute absence of humanity in them told Frem that if he didn't answer, he wasn't just dead it was going to be a painful, slow death.

"It was a teleportation beam, the origin are written down on my desk." Frem knew the faster he answered the faster this terrifying kid would leave.

Rip moved slightly out of the way so Frem could reach over and it hand it to him. After reading the coordinates Rip pocketed them than turned to enter the lift.

Rip made it out of the kitchen and back to Darec and Alessa in no time. Once together they left the club and joined the rest of the team back on Enzion where they were in the middle of congratulating each other when Ace entered the common area.

"mission complete!" Neira exclaimed with a smile.

Ace made a face and gave a thumbs up which quickly turned to flipping her off.

"Very good, you cleverly made your way into his office and dispatched his guards and obtained the information you were tasked to get." Ace smiled and pulled Rip into a hold, "the rest of you played great support!"

"Support!?" Neira repeated getting angry, "I'm the leader, I organized!"

"The leader whom leads from behind, takes it in the behind!" Ace responded.

"I am a young girl! You can't say that to me!" Neira yelled.

Ace tilted his head in mock contemplation, "He. Who-" but he was caught of by Darec who bluntly interjected, "he's messing with you."

Ace started the ship and they left, arguing all the way to their next destination.

The Mysteria system.

Hours after the team left a man entered the club after hours, dressed in black. His clothes were modest and the only sound he seemed to make were from spurs on his boots.

All Frem heard was some gunfire and than slow methodical steps toward his office door. He watched as the door opened and a man stepped in, hooded and covered in black.

He knew who this man was.

"Frem Allerhine." the man in black called in a whisper, "Your name has appeared upon my list and now I come for your head."

"pl-" before the plea could leave his mouth Frem was shot in between the eyes.

The man in black opened his communicator and waited for contact. A young man with an easy smile answered with a jolly, "is it done?"

"Yes, Frem Allerhine is dead and this team whoever they are, aren't far behind but Aron.

This" enunciated the man in black, "this is the last job."

"Of course!" agreed Aron, "Of course!"