Hit the Club (Nightshade) Sept 29, 2016 8:12:02 GMT
Post by Safira on Sept 29, 2016 8:12:02 GMT
Date: January 18th 2018
Location: Pulse, Las Vegas Strip.
Irwin Ferrer was the name of tonight’s particular target - an independent journalist who boasts a wealth of connections and avenues to traverse and exploit in the name for journalism. He had been lately delving into waters that he didn’t understand, digging into a war that was not meant for his eyes to see. It weren’t only the posts that he did online or the accusations he made courtesy of an unnamed source at various television appearances. But he had been doing some investigative journalism too, wandering places that he shouldn’t wander. Irwin had been in the sights of The Light for a couple of months now, time that was spent waiting to see how much of a problem he could really be as well as whether it was worth spending time and resources on sniffing him out.
It was worth it, or at least that is what had been said. Orders had fallen their way down from the top courtesy of Ra’s Al Ghul; a messenger; Belial informing Safira of what was required before disappearing again into the shadows. It wasn’t exactly going to be too troublesome, or it didn’t seem that way on paper. It was a standard extract the target and extort him for what he knows – simple sounding really. But still boredom was a collective experience in the Dark Side Club when there was nothing really required of them. Safira knew if she kept it quiet then aggro would only come her way later, everyone wanted a piece of the action.
It was Vegas still. Irwin was reported to be attending the birthday party for one of his dear friends; a businessman that owned several nightclubs in Las Vegas. He had rented out a club of his own for his own party and Irwin should be attending. It wasn’t far from the Darkside Club’s establishment and that of course made the use of teleportation unwarranted. It was walking distance. And so that is what Safira did, she walked there, hanging close by to her date for the night. ”Don’t you just hate it when a mission’s right on our doorstep?”. Safira said as she breathed into a sigh, then chewing on her lip a few moments as she shook her head. ”Just once, can’t we be sent to lounge on the coast of Costa Rica?”. It was a bit of a pipedream but then there were stranger and more exotic places that she had been sent in the past.
Safira then halted, putting an arm in front of Nightshade to bring her to a halt as well. Up ahead was the nightclub with a long line of guests ready to party and the door being watched by several bouncers. Safira had never been inside, again, eliminating teleportation. But there was no way either would settle for waiting in line, in the cold, like some scrub human. ”You want to field this one?”. Safira said with her arm dropping down at her side, turning her glance to fix upon her partner in crime. She knew Nightshade had her methods – often entertaining to watch.