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Mister Jones shook his head at the agents. They were disappointing. "Agent, anything you know that is worth something, I know already. Do you even know why I am still in buisness? I've been doing this kind of work for a very long time, and yet I have never been arrested, and as you can see, I still live. Have you ever wondered why? Why I am not dead? Why I am not rotting in some prison cell for the things I have done? It's because anyone of importance knows that if I go down I take everyone with me."

He stands up and walks to a window overlooking the club. "With one call I can have you lot reassigned to patrol Antarctic. With two calls, I can have your families sent to live in the Sahara. And with a third, I can make you and your families seem as if they never existed. So, cut the shit. What do you want? And how much am I getting paid?"

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Mister Jones frowned at the mess that the agents were creating. They were going through his files. The vustomers were becoming nervous, and most seemee to be edging towards the exit. If they made a run for it, they would stampede past the agents and knock down any of them that got in the way. He turned to Katya and looked at her with a bored face.

"Agent Katya Moreno, while I always appreciate people coming to my club no matter who they are or what they do, I do not appreciate it when they go through my private files. Especially since they have not shown me that they have a warrant to enter here, or to look through my buisness files. So, either show me a warrant, or I call my lawyers and get them to call up your commanders and have you reassigned for harrasing me and my customers. Or you could tell me what you are looking for and pay me for the information. What's it to be Agent Moreno?"

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@Lunar@AtlasRedfox bothh accepted, good luck in the Wastes

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@BurningCold it was an assumption, the agents are entering a club full of people so they might need a werewolf to identify if there targets are making a getaway

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I just realised that I made my charact3r into a weaker version of Raymind Reddington

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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.

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@Kurai Assassin splendid, sorry if I sounded like a dick about it

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@Kurai Assassin Deon Erickson isn't at Cupid's club. You made it seem thqt he is though

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Jones smiled as he watched the camera feeds. He saw Erickson enter from the club, make his way to his own door and incapacitate one of his guards with a mere touch. He was impressed, that Erickson could do that so easily, but also that he would willingly enter his club. From what Jones had heard, he hated public places.

But that was no longer of any consequence. He was here now, and he wanted a chat. And what's worse, he dragged SOLDIER here along with him. He had ni choice, he had to get Erickson out of his club, and the only way to do that was through the underground sewers beneath the club.

He buzzed the door open and it swung inwards to reveal Erickson standing right in front of him. "Ah, Mister Erickson. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you finally. I have heard quite a lot about you, but unfortunately we don't have much time to talk. You brought the Feds down on me, and they are waiting to storm the club as I speak." Jones signalled to one of his men. "This man will get you out through my personal exit. Follow him and do what he says. When SOLDIER has left, I will come and retrieve you."

There was a creaking, then a trapdoor opened up by the feet of his assistant and the man went on ahead. "Good luck Mister Erickson, if all goes well we shall have time to talk in length soon."

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@Wraithblade6 i have no objections with using my charcters club