The lights of the club flickered with red colors, casting a shadow over your form as you moved and danced along the stage. The stuffed room was filled with the lingering scent of alcohol and any kinds of drugs, something not so unusual in these parts of the town. As your hand touched the pole in the middle, you felt the metal under your fingertips. It was cold, like the handle of the gun you were hiding beneath your disguise.

All of this didn’t irritate you one bit, since you were used to pursuing other jobs and identities for the sake of your missions. And this one just happened to be at one of the exclusive strip clubs, one that was often visited by customers who carried a lot of vulnerable information and intel.

So what if you had to do a small performance and dance in front of hungry gazes and flying dollar bills? It would be worth it in the end.

With sharp eyes you took in your surroundings, from the secluded lounges with their expensive decorations all the way to the bar where the raking smell of alcohol was coming from. And lastly, the mirror that gave you a great view of yourself. The outfit was definitely something one should get used to.

But just then, in the corner of your eyes you spotted a very familiar pair of emerald eyes, they only lingered on you and made his presence very noticeable.

It was your enemy, whose legs were spread along the lounge with a cigarette between his lips and the smoke that ascended into the air. His tongue ran over his lips before he shifted in his seat again and you could see the way he was clearly adjusting his pants… a gesture that wasn’t very subtle.