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Club Desire May 29, 2008, 2204, hours Lima Time The queue snaked around the side of the building. Hundreds of people were standing in line in front of and behind him, waiting to get into the club. Not only had alleyways become a familiar landmark in his recent life, but also nightclubs. As the queue moved forward a few steps his mind shifted to the events at Club Samovar, and in particular to the CIA agent. Trouble. She had certainly lived up to her self-appointed name, playing with his mind, teasing him, asking him to make connections that he simply couldn't make, at least not at the present time. She had replaced his demons for the time being; his proximity to the main demon seemed to have caused it to leave him alone, something which he welcomed. He would have thought of her as the lesser of the two evils, but something in him said that she wasn't evil, but something else. Somehow their lives had become crossed from that meeting in the library. He didn't know how he knew, or why he thought that, but the feeling was strong. They had become linked, whether they liked it or not. It hadn't been planned, but then these things never where. He hadn't had a choice in it; an order was an order, and he followed the orders he was given� most of the time. Trouble. He reached the doors just as one of the burly bouncers blocked his way. He was next in, but had to wait a few more minutes. After all, they couldn't just let him in; the club wouldn't seem as exclusive if they did. He eyed the bouncers, three huge muscle-bound men who would probably have felt more at home in a gym pumping some iron. As it was they had to stand there in their ill-fitting suits, which were bulging at the seams as they struggled to contain the overdeveloped muscles.The bouncer looked at him, his eyes sweeping over the crisp black suit in search of bulges in the wrong places, bulges that could indicate the presence of a weapon. The dagger strapped to his inside thigh didn't show, and it also did not impede his movement. The bouncer nodded to him and moved aside, allowing him entry without a full search. Maybe he just didn't look like trouble. Stepping inside the smell of cigarettes hit him hard, nearly causing him to gag. He managed to control himself and pay his way before making his way into the main room. People brushed past him, knocking him slightly each time but he kept his balance, poised to react to any provocation. He passed through without having raised anything more than an eyebrow and made his way over to the bar. It took him a couple of minutes to get served, but he managed to get his coke and move over to a table. All the while his eyes were scanning for any sign of Odds. The information he had gotten said that Odds regularly visited the club to carry out business transactions on behalf of his boss. The name of his boss hadn't been given but that didn't matter, he was only interested in Odds, nobody else. A couple of girls walked past him on their way to the bar. They were drunk, but amazingly they managed to walk without falling over. A couple of men offered to buy them drinks, and the girls accepted. The group walked over to the bar. Nikolai turned away from them, shifting his gaze towards the dance floor. It was beginning to fill up as more and more people made their way down the steps and into the crowd. He spotted an attractive brunette putting a lot of energy into her moves, much to the rapt admiration of a nearby collection of males. One of them tried to grind with her but she pushed him away. As she made some space between herself and the group her head came up and her eyes fixed on him. He looked away slowly, not wishing to get involved with anyone tonight. Bonds could not be formed while he was doing what he was doing. Besides, he didn't know if any of the people in the club were connected to Odds. The last thing he wanted to do was get friendly with someone, only to have to kill him or her later. His conscience wouldn't be able to let something like that slide, and he knew it. The brunette obviously didn't take the hint, sauntering up to him like a model, swinging her hips delicately yet provocatively. Several males standing nearby observed this, and Nikolai could almost hear them saying `lucky bastard!' towards him. He didn't think they would believe him if he told them he would rather she stayed away from him. "Fuck," he said quietly under his breath, then turned back to find the brunette not more than half a metre away. "I'd love to," she replied, "but I've got a boyfriend." "I'm sorry," he replied, blushing slightly. "That comment wasn't meant to be heard." "Don't worry about it, happens all the time. Guys see me and want to fuck me. Doesn't bother me." Then she smiled, an expression that seemed out of place considering what she had just said. He felt uncomfortable in the women's presence, wishing to escape as quickly as possible. If he stuck around he knew something would happen, it was inevitable. Because she was so attractive � stunning was a better way of describing her � anyone in her company would be noted by default, and standing out from the crowd was the last thing he wanted to do. As if she had heard his thoughts and discarded everything she moved a free chair so that it rested against the one he was sitting on, then sat down on it, her bare legs pressing against his. He could feel the heat from them. Jesus! The situation was rapidly getting out of hand, and he had to do something to gain control. He excused himself, saying that he needed to relieve his bladder, standing up then moving away in the direction of the toilets. He got halfway there when he felt someone grab his arm and push him against the wall. It took a lot of effort to not counter immediately, and his effort was rewarded when he saw the cause of his unplanned movement. It was Brunette. Lucky he hadn't reacted; otherwise he could have caused a major incident. He knew that striking a girl in a club was not the best way to keep a low profile. "Think you can walk away from me?" she said, pressing herself against him, holding his hands above his head, the coldness of the wall transferring to his wrists. "Yes, I do," he replied. She smiled at him, then placed her legs either side of his. Luckily she chose the leg without the dagger strapped to it. Then his mind cut in: how is any of this lucky? The thought was correct; his cover was about to be blown, and that might not be the only thing if he didn't get away. Brunette released her grip and moved away from him. She gave him one last smile, directing a hand towards his groin which he managed to dodge, before striding off towards a large man who was standing by the bar. When she reached him she flung her arms round him and they kissed deeply. Just as Nikolai was about to turn away another man joined them. He recognised him immediately. Daniel Odds. Return |
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