Keegan cleaned the blood from his gun, surrounded by dead bodies, watching you.

You stood onstage, gathering bloody cash and stuffing it into a duffel bag. The music still played on the speakers, lights still strobing.

"You could have come in earlier," you called to him, ignoring his eyes on your half-naked body. "You know, before I had to strip..."

You'd been undercover as a dancer at the target's favorite strip club, The Pink Kitty.