Club Vision
Club VisionCathedral Quarter
Cathedral QuarterBelfast, Northern Ireland
Belfast, Northern IrelandCat exited her Fiesta and fought the crowds towards Club Vision’s entrance. The line to enter stretched around the block, but she had a plan to bypass the masses. Swaying her hips, she walked over to the doorman.
“Hello, I’m a guest of Mr. MacCabe,” Cat said to the hulking gentleman who was built like a rugby player. His obviously custom fit tuxedo barely hid the pistol under his left armpit.
“So is everyone else here. Get to the back of the line!” the doorman said in a very thick Irish accent.
Cat recognized the man from her files as Jaxon Maher, one of MacCabe’s steroid-juiced thugs. The file contained everything she needed to make him say or do anything she wanted. She pull
