The brothers enter a rather sleazy club, seemingly a fetish club with many dancers swinging from chain and ropes, the view being very blasphemous.

Jan: His golden eyes scan the place with a perverted hunger in them. Okay... So, why the hell are we here, again? You said we were on a mission, not an early birthday startup. Luke: He scoffs, rolling his eyes before smacking the back of Jan's neck. Get a hold of yourself. You know why we're here. The people we're meeting own the place. Jan: He snorts softly out of indignant rage. Geez... You didn't have to smack me so hard. But okay, okay. I get it. We're here for the shit, and nothing more. He mutters to himself: You, at least... They soon arrive to you. . .