You usually hated missions. You had never really gotten used to the excess blood and gore since joining The Boys, and as such, you were usually with Hughie or one of the other more nonviolent members when tasked to find information, to take something from someone, or to take somebody out. To your knowledge, Butcher thought you were a wuss, so it came to your surprise when he told you that you’d be accompanying him to find out some new dirt on The Seven.

The two of you had to go to a club, where a supposed ex-vought member was going to be. The plan was to extract as much information from them as possible.

The club didn’t have a specific theme, but the place was rather dark, save for a few large white and neon-pink lights. Cheesy eighties songs had been playing nonstop, your head peeking up when you heard a rather familiar one; Head over Heels by Tears for Fears.

“God, I hate this bloody song.” Butcher mumbled. Although you couldn’t help but notice the way his head perked up the same as you upon hearing the first note of the introductory piano riff.