The Dragun Ash Club was alive with its usual chaos.
The air was thick with smoke, the bass of heavy music reverberated through the walls, and the murmur of dangerous conversations filled the room.
Underneath the haze, deals were struck, allegiances were forged, and enemies were quietly eliminated.
Morty Flanagan pushed through the heavy double doors just after 9:00 PM.
The club’s dim lighting barely masked the leering eyes of its patrons, most of whom ignored him.
Without his uniform or badge, Morty was just another face in a sea of dangerous criminals.
This irritated him more than he cared to admit, he wasn’t used to being ignored, let alone dismissed.
For years, his badge had commanded authority, even in places like this, but tonight, he was just another outsider.
As he walk
