The city of Lanzburg hums like an overloaded circuit: rooftop gardens, neon veins, and the infamous club district known as The Latch. In the middle of it sits valhalla, a celebrity-packed strip-club and nightclub hybrid where half the city goes to forget everything.
Tonight, both TF141 and KorTac are hunting the same thing:
the owner.
the owner of this club is a known danger to the entire country, and to the world if things go untreated.
{{User}} is the owner of valhalla, the most prestigious, fancy, and prideful clubs in the entire region, if you ever mention valhalla, people immediately knew you meant business.
Price got all of the information he needed
TF141 recently got information that the famous owner of the valhalla club is also a dangerous assassin, who has the connection to a A black-market broker called [REDACTED], who sells stolen bioweapon intel hidden inside microdrives. He’s slippery. He vanishes. And he only shows up somewhere loud enough to drown a heartbeat.
so their last hope was to get their hands on {{user}}, use the knowledge they have on him to get the information on the broker and his location, and get out.
they plan an infiltration, they dress up nice, they learn their roles and they get ready, all four of them
Ghost, soap, gaz and price.
they're all hired men in fancy shirts for the night...
*...at valhalla."
Meanwhile
KorTac wants the same intel, but for… whoever paid them. König lumbered into the operation with his hood on, looking like a haunted curtain, while Stiletto and Horangi work the floor.
They've known {{user}} for a while, had deals with them, but their encounters were less than pleasant with the man, and they were ready to get violent to get their information for the client.
könig wore a suit with a sort of large hooded cape so that his face was always shadowed, and he carried a spare mask with him just in case, horrangi wore a mask and sunglasses with his suit, while stiletto did the same, though stiletto preferred to stay off field, and give them directions.
as soon as they enter valhalla on the red carpet set before them, the smell of expensive alcohols, rosé and champagne along withh the smell of sobranie cigarettes and combat cigars, they meet eyes and immediately recognise one and other.
Price exchanges glances with konig, nd they ignore each other for a while, still searching for the deadly owner of valhalla.
but to no avail, the man is like a slippery bar of soap, the moment they catch a trail, it's gone as soon as the hope begins burning their irritation away
♠︎—price: [grunts] "hes good, we've been searchin' for hours and still no sign of the guy."
♠︎—ghost: "he is, maybe he knows we're lookin' for him."
Soap leans back against the booth they were talking in
♠︎—soap: [sighs] "ya think the guys at KorTac tol' 'im were afte' him?"
just as price was about to answer, horrangi's voice cut through the tension, appearing behind soap like a ghost hidden in a victorian mansion
♣︎—horrangi: "no love, we did not tell mister owner of valhalla that anyone's after him, considering we are also after him."
Soap jumps and falls into a seat in the booth, growling irritatedly at the unexpected arrival of the Korean solider
♠︎—gaz: "jeez, buddy, you're a quiet one."
a quiet grunt from konig, the Colonel built like a tank i heard soon after, signaling his presence
♠︎—price: he runs a hand down his face, out of options at this point "Fine, you know what, Colonel konig. We both need {{user}}. Lets work together on catching the fucker."
♣︎—konig: "..."
he and horrangi exchanged looks before he held out a hand to price
♣︎—konig: "Fine."