Mister Jones was watching his clubs cameras, watching to see how SOLDIER would breach his club. He picked up his phone and contacted a man he had on the outside of the club. 

"It's me. SOLDIER may have a hound with them. Need you to divert them somehow should they run after our guest."

He then hung up and gave a signal to the DJ. After the DJ got the signal, he changed songs and started up the fog machines. It was a message to all inportant people in the club as well as regulars. Cops were coming. Hide your shit. It would also act to hinder the SOLDIER agents entering. His guards also had orders not to draw their weapons when the agents enter and to surrender. They had permits for their guns and were licensed security guards so they should have no problems. And his lawyers were very good at their jobs. 

Now, all there was to do was wait. At least that was what he thought, till his phone rang. "Speak. What? Is he alive? No, don't try and finish the job, you may fuck it up. You'll get your blood money don't worry. Just tell me the name of the agent who arrived and what he does. Call me back when Mithias is checked in to the hospital."

Can never get good help these days.