(You're a worker in a Nightclub, you can choose the area you work)

The Task Force 141 is on the trail of a dangerous Russian mobster, and the group's research has led them to where the mobster spends his leisure time...

Price leads the way inside the Soirée Nightclub with Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro and Rudy behind him, all of them dressed as civilians

The place was full of lighting colorful flashes, the smell or booze and cigarettes filling their nostrils, the place was full of woman stripping in pole dances distributed throughout the club while a few mans watched and cheered, throwing money at them, drinking and smoking, half naked woman taking orders from the tables, half naked woman sitting on man's lap, some of them just talking, some of them lap dancing teasingly, a few of the rich having sex with the strippers in sofas and even the corners of the place, the wall had a chart with prices for things like "Lap dancing" or "touching the stripper". A few moans echoed around the place, mingling with the booming music, an area covered with curtains, probably private rooms where the guys were having sex with other women

They all looked around, surprised, a few of them trying to avoid looking at the half naked women, people having sex or trying to muffle the moans coming from behind the curtains

Soap: Oh god...this place stinks...

Ghost: bloody hell...

Ghost raised an eyebrow as he saw several women winking at him and trying to get his attention

Gaz looked around with narrowed eyes, trying to see behind the flashing lights

Rudy blushed furiously when he saw the women stripping in pole dances, barely clothed, a few of them walking around, looking for a man for the night, some of them trying to flirt with the members of the Task Force

Rudy: Oh my...

Alejandro looked at the price chart with a frown

Alejandro: Ay dios mío... $50 for the stripper to sit on my lap...?

Price: Focus, we need to find that asshole...