"Hello, May I inquire as to your relationship with the man <insert pimp's name here>? I was told you might be able to point him out to me, at the least."

Isa stood tall and smiled, clasping his hands in front of him.

The bouncer shrugged. "He is said to hang around an the weekends. He might not show up tonight with the blue coats. But if he does he'll be in the back room.

"Mind if I wait for him somewhere? My boss instructed me to give him something personally." 

Isa didn't much care either way, but if he could it would make things much simpler.

"You can wait inside." The manager indicated to the club. He didn't care way people were there as long as they were there. "It's a two drink minimum though."

"First two drinks are on the house? How generous of you."

Isa smiled again, and made his way to the bar where politely greeted the bar tender and several of the wait staff as they finished setting the room up for business. He set a $50 on the counter, to pay for the night's drinks, and ordered a light meal and a stout ale to start things off while other customers began arriving.

The manager rolled his rtes. He went back to his office. The club was quiet fir awhile. Customer come in and out. Most paid little attention to Isa. Some if the girls flirted with him.

Isa flirted back, but didn't bother to make any moves or try get a date for the evening, though he certainly enjoyed the company and tried to keep the smiles going. He waits patiently, sipping his drink, and declining to get dragged into a drinking game. He sits and does his best to enjoy what time he has left, wondering if he'd see his target tonight.

Isa would finish what he was doing and then get another pair of drinks, before making his way over to the Pimp's booth. He set the drinks down, before seating himself across from the Pimp and smiling grimly for a moment. He speaks loudly to be heard over the pounding music. "I won't take much of your time, but I have to deliver this message. I don't know what is says. I just got payed a franklin to hand it to the guy who sat in this booth." Isa slid a thrice folded sheet of rough paper across the table and gestured for the pimp to read it at his leisure, as Isa sipped his own drink. Isa's phone went off, and he quickly set his drink down to pull his phone out and consult it, before putting it away again, and nodding an apology to the Pimp. He picked up his drink with one hand, his other still below the table, held his small pistol. He held it out, in his closed hand as if looking for a fist bump, and pulled th trigger three times in time to the beat and flashing lights, minimizing the chances that witnesses would be able to give an accurate account of events. 

He aimed for the Pimp's heart with the first two shots, and put the third through the mans open mouth, leaving a stain on the back wall that might have been a thrown drink. He shrugged, and shoved his hand into his pocket, before slinking back to the bar. He finished his drink and bought the pimp another, with the last of his tab. Then he bid farewell to the barkeep and left the club. As he left, he texted Vlad, "Next?" and hailed a cab to take him to a popular residential section.