∽ m i r a c l e ' s p e r s p e c t i v e ∽
"Everything's ready?" I ask the three men.
"Yes." They all reply.
I'm with Dennis and Clint as my backups for this mission, and Justine is our transmitter.
We are currently here inside my car, parked in a well-known bar in the town. It is my brother's car, actually; it is an Alfa Romeo Guilietta.
We all hop off my car, but Justine stays inside.
"Dark, he's in the private room number seven. I think he's waiting for someone." Justine says on the transmitter while we are walking.
"Okay, thanks." I respond as we reach the entrance.
And then, we enter the bar. Loud, smoky, party lights, and smell of liquors are suffocating. Dang. I hate this place.
Every gentlemen eyes are on me. Well, it's because my outfit tonight. Pair of killer high-heel
