Hunt Down Rose

Chapter 4: Night Life

It is already 8 pm and everything is set for my arrival at the club. Wearing the mask and applying some makeup with a beard to complete my disguise. I also borrowed a Sports car under my psychiatrist's name in order to act as a VIP on the entrance along with a reserved seat for myself. I actually have to sets of disguises here. First would be this European mask and the other one would be me in a bartender outfit.

It is necessary for me to reach Mr. Calvin's main office in order to check if there are any files in relation to Mr. Yun. The only I can get there is if I could get a keycard from someone inside the club, which means I have to steal it from one of the bartenders or officials. Leaving the place the car is already outside on the parking lot under Mr. Galvez's name just to lessen the suspicion, since he doesn’t bother if anyone his name for this purpose.

A jaguar in a black paint job with neon red lights on the rims, finer than what I expected it would be on the internet but it's necessary for me to burn some cash. Riding my way through the city lights, I can see the magic of the fast lane ignoring the traffic lights. I escaped the roads leading to a shortcut near Medusa's back entrance. I had to make a turnover seeing the long line of people outside the main door. 

With my VIP reservation, I got out of the vehicle in front of the guard and showed them the "Midas". It is a card with the terms Midas touch signifying your status inside the club. Of course, without any other requirements, they'll have no choice but to let you in.

A waitress got out and escorted me inside handing over a glass of champagne on my hand. Describing the club, as expected it has this Grecian architecture although in a Gothic degree and contrast. The columns are all designed with Corinth hydras on each corner with hollows connected to one giant fountain of beer in the center. Each column is placed in between bigger columns with different designs Illuminated by various numbers of luminous lights, it is as if you can see the eyes of each statue glowing, looking at you from a distance. 

Sitting on my reserved seat I can see Mr. Calvin talking to some guys in fedora hats at my back, with a rather suspicious aura and bodyguards on his side drinking vodka. I need to check what they are discussing in close range but before I do that I should have something very special. 

I went to the bar and ordered a glass of bloody Mary with a note with an exact copy of Ms. Melissa's handwriting saying “to the Gentleman". Sticking the note to the glass I hired a waitress with the fee of P5,000 to do the job for me, attaching a button-sized transmitter on Mr. Calvin's front pocket by means of sliding secretly along with the note itself. 

The note will make him think that this drink came from a woman but it would just be a matter of time before I see the progress of my plan, seeing her skillfully give the drink to the almost drunk man without any problems, her skills are amusing to watch at this view. The transmitter is very well placed and all I have to do now is to listen on whatever these guys are talking about.

Wearing my earpiece I began to assess the information they are holding up.

"The only thing we want from you is your cooperation James, nothing more nothing less."

"You can’t expect me to do everything you want." sighing "He entrusted me half of his shares and that is it I can never break that. Besides even if I did sign the location of the safe is still a question even for all of us."

"Do you remember the times when you needed the money to establish your business? Tell me who gave you the loan!!!"

"I know, it's easy to pay that back and I promised you to give the right amount of money by the end of the year but not what you are asking of me."

"What the hell James, what the hell!" The man said wearing a weird pair of glasses showing him a bank slip.

"You proved to us that our trust can never be brought back by such an insolent person like you." The other one replied tearing the bank slip in front of him.

"Let’s discuss this further in the office. I’ll have the boss speak to you regarding your bullshit. We’ll see if he will let this slide." The man said leaving the place along with Calvin as they went to the club’s offices.

I could see the state of shock in Mr. Calvin's face from what he just encountered. Before anything bad happens I should proceed with my actions immediately. He went inside the office with a defiling face expressing fear and regret. Leaving my seat I went to the bathroom to change my outfit. I also left a bag inside the ventilation containing a stun rod and night vision glasses (I went here before as one of the janitors in order to place the bag through the rooftop down to that specific vent) as an advanced preparation.

Disposing my clothes inside the bag I hid the stun rod from my sleeve and placed the bag back inside the vents, spraying a bit of suede on my clothes just to make my disguise presentable since I'll be at the bar. I finally wore the finishing touches for my mask and went outside to blend in as a bartender.

"Hey you are here!" A bartender wearing a red vest greeted me with such a warm smile amidst the chaotic uproars of their customers.

"Here? Oh yeah Mr. Calvin asked me if I could help you in here." With a bit of hesitation and feeling a little bit awkward. I followed his pace noticing that he and his men do receive a lot of orders. This is the perfect opportunity for me to burrow myself in.

"Can you do some Apple cocktail Martini for our customers here?" he asked me handing the note over.

"Sure, give me a minute and a half," I said to him and he seems to be surprised by my reply.

"270 seconds for 3 orders?"

"Just watch." Carrying 2 cocktail shakers I started placing the ingredients while enjoying the remixes of the DJ. Doing the same type of exhibition I do with my knives inside the N.B.I. building, it is pretty much similar to how you handle bottles as a circus act. 

With the crowd counting down how many seconds left for my order, I prepared three sliced lemons and their respective glasses. Pouring them over quickly and adding a little dash of kiwi and mango on the side for further elegance. 

"Viola!!" Giving the drinks to each respective customer, they seem to be satisfied with my work and so am I. 

"Enjoy your drink," I said to them as I approached the head bartender. The crowd was amazed by my performance and decided to ask for more. Apparently I told them to hold it off for a while since I need to fix some stuff. Good thing the remaining bartenders were challenged at my skills and decided to take over the floor to show off.

I approached the head bartender that is situated in the center of the bar, overseeing the actions done by each employee. "By the way, do you have an ID card that I can borrow?"

"Yeah? And besides, are you supposed to have one?"

"Well I just got here you see " Showing him a pin that I stole from the counter. It represents the worker's rank inside the club. Even the waitresses have one of these showing your legit account of employment.

“I need to put some things on my locker apparently so just wondering if I can borrow yours.”

"I see, still a beginner." Lending his card over to me." Well, return this to me once you've stored your items inside your locker since it seems to me that you have a lot of things to place."

"Thank you, I'll be back," I said to him going towards the Office door.

Sliding the ID card I finally entered the place seeing a long hallway with a few branching rooms from left to right. And as far as my eyes can see, there is a large door at the end of this hall leading to the main offices and Mr. Calvin's stockrooms. That is according to the information from the records of the establishments' construction, straight from the NBI database courtesy of Melissa. 

Then using my phone, I started to locate the establishment's main server, connecting my phone to one of the computers inside the lobby of the call center. I'm finalizing the details and the blueprints of the building's Camera setup and wirings to see if there's anyone else inside the area.

(To Be Continued)