David rhythmically shook his body to the pulsing music that filled the nightclub, the vibrant colors of the lights flashed across the interior, and a small layer of fog covered the floor. He downed the shot of vodka he had ordered, placing the glass on a table nearby, before making his way deeper into the club. The tales his friends spun him of the London nightlife were true, he was glad he took the time to set up a proper vacation, it was nice to unwind occasionally. His sandy-blonde hair was tightly styled, sporting a slight sweep to the right with closely shaven sides, the back was much of the same. He sported a navy-blue jacket along with a grey sweater underneath it, it sported a collar that loosely hung around his neck. Faded blue jeans and a pair of tan boots completed his outfit, he wasn't particularly well dressed, but the outfit suited him, striking a compromise between comfort and style. The bass shook his body as he slipped his gloved hands into his jacket, intent on finding a fresh drink, he quickly spotted a vacant seat he could use, quickly slipping into it, waving down the bartender. The man gave him a signal that he wouldn't be able to make it over for a few moments, David sighed as he glanced around, examining the clientele. No one stood out from the crowd, everyone had given themselves to the music, something about a famous DJ visiting for a show this week. The couple next to him stood up and were quickly replaced by a woman, who giggled as she hopped onto the stool. "Hey there, handsome." Her thick cockney accent gently flowed into his ears, it had a strange soothing quality to it, even when practically shouted over the music. David glanced at the woman, she wore orange pants along with a pair of white canvas shoes and a tight black t-shirt, a brown jacket hugging her figure. Her hair was styled loosely to the right, culminating in several spikes, his eyes panned down and stopped at a light blue necklace that she wore, a faint glow could be seen from it, it looked enchanting. Her eyes were a rich hazel, accented by freckles just underneath them, her small nose and lips completed the rest of the picture. "Buy me a drink?" David laughed, he wasn't used to women being so forthcoming, particularly ones this cute, before nodding as the bartender arrived.

"What's your poison?" David asked, his blue eyes glancing over at his new companion, a small smirk on his lips. The woman thought for a moment, panning the display of drinks behind the bartender, before speaking up.

"I'll take an Aviation." David laughed as he turned back to the bartender, he had never much cared for the taste of gin.

"An Aviation and a White Russian, on me." David spoke, the bartender quickly made his way back towards the alcohol behind him, plucking several mixers from their places on the shelves. "I'm David, and you are?" His voice held a decisively American accent, though he'd swear to anyone that he didn't have one.

"Lena." The woman giggled, she had turned to face David, her legs slightly swinging as they hung from the stool. "What brings you to London, luv?" Luv, he hadn't heard that term before, it was strangely endearing.

"Just looking for a good time, figured there's worse places to take a vacation." David laughed, "Care to be my tour guide?" He flashed another smirk at her, a wide grin covered her face as she laughed, playfully punching his shoulder as her laugh subsided.

"Depends on how much you're paying." The pair laughed together, each grabbing their drinks as the bartender placed them on the counter, David slid his card towards him with his free hand. He held up his glass for a toast, clinking against Lena's as she raised hers, before taking a deep swig of his drink. He shook his head as he swallowed, placing the glass back onto the counter, a large portion was now missing. The bartender returned with his card, which David slipped back into his wallet, looking back up at Lena as he placed it into his pocket.

"Care for a dance?" He chuckled, standing up from the stool as he grabbed his glass again, finishing the remnants of his drink. Lena had finished her drink before him, causing David's eyes to widen slightly, prompting another giggle from her. She took his hand in hers, pulling him behind her to the dance floor, David's gaze turned downward as she led him. He stared at her orange pants, her hips shifting slightly with every step, he shook his head as he looked back up at her, she turned back with a smile on her face as they came to a stop.

"See something you like, luv?" Lena giggled, her vibrant personality was intriguing to David, he had always preferred tomboys. He laughed as a small blush tinged his cheeks, beginning to dance with her as the music swelled, the alcohol in his system helped loosen him up. The pair lost themselves to the music, beginning separately, but slowly moving together as time went on. David held her close as they continued, mirroring each other's movements, their bodies pressing close together as the music drowned out any sort of speech that could be had. The bright lights flashed as they pressed closer together, their heads stopping inches apart as they continued to dance.

"What's next on this tour, luv?" David mimicked her saying, earning a small giggle as they stared at one another, their bodies still moving in tune with the music. A gunshot rang out through the club, the patrons ran screaming towards the exit, a few men in masks took up positions around the room, each brandishing a rifle. David stared at Lena, motioning for her to run to the exit as he sprinted to the bar, jumping over the counter before crouching down behind it. He reached onto the bar and grabbed a beer bottle, glancing over as another figure leapt over the counter. A shocked expression crossed his face, Lena had followed him, she grinned at him, eager to help. He let out a chuckle, taking a swig of the beer, before peering over the counter. A gunman was slowly examining the counter, attempting to locate the source of the noise, he slowly leaned forward over the counter. David pulled him to the ground, smashing the bottle against his head before slamming his head into the wall, leaving him unconscious against it. He grabbed the rifle from the ground, quickly withdrawing the gunman's pistol from its holster, handing it off to Lena. "Know how to use this?" She nodded as she flipped the safety off, tightening her grip on the metal grip. "What a first date, huh?" David nervously chuckled as he glanced over the counter, the sound of the music managed to cover the bottle shattering.

"I wouldn't call this a date, luv." Lena laughed, crouching as she walked towards the end of the counter, peering around the corner. A small stairway led upstairs to the office, a gunman was positioned outside the door, faint shouts could be heard inside. "Give me some cover while I make my way up there?" She looked back at David, who nodded as he pulled his loose collar over his face, he had sewn a mask onto most of his undershirts, concealing his identity was a handy tool. The gray fabric ended along the bridge of his nose, covering the stubble of his chin. David sighed as he prepared himself, he had hoped to have a peaceful vacation, too much of his life had already been spent shooting at others. He placed the rifle on the counter, preferring to stay as low as possible, before firing a shot into the head of the man at the top of the stairs. The music wouldn't be able to drown that out, shots soon began to pelt the counter, large amounts of glass were scattered across the floor, Lena took the opportunity to sprint up the stairs, disappearing inside the office. The shots that pelted David's cover wasn't coordinated, all the gunmen were simultaneously firing, he'd be able to exploit the reload timings. The shots stopped for a moment, David peered over the counter again, firing into the chest of the furthest gunman, who fell to the floor with a scream, amateurs were easier to deal with than trained soldiers. Shots began to pelt his cover again, he moved further down the bar, he covered his head as shards of glass rained around him, inwardly cursing as he examined the rifle. He pulled out the magazine, there were only two bullets remaining, he'd have to be careful.

"Who the fuck attacks a nightclub without a full clip?" David swore, clicking the magazine back into the rifle. The shots continued to pelt the counter, the two surviving gunmen had begun to space out their shots much better, though the hadn't properly tracked him as he moved behind his cover. He leaned around the side of the bar, firing two shots into the gunman by the entrance, his bloody body propping open the door as he slumped against it. He fired a shot at the last remaining gunman, cursing as his shot just grazed the shoulder. He discarded the rifle to the ground, grabbing the shattered bottle he used earlier, before the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. "Aw shit." David muttered as a shot rang out, the barrel of the gun slowly released from his head, he heard the man behind him slump to the ground. He laughed as he stood up, turning to see Lena with the pistol in her hand, a smile on her face. "Guess that pays me back for the drink."

"You know, a gentleman never makes a lady pay." She teased, wiping the pistol with her sleeve before dropping it to the ground.

"Well, I guess I'm not a gentleman then." David laughed, pulling his mask from his face, allowing it to loosely hang around his neck once again. "They're weren't very coordinated, probably just a robbery." His gaze turned to the corpse next to him, he didn't care for the loss of life in his line of work, though it was inevitable. He wore a hoodie, a shirt had been tied around his face as a makeshift mask, the professional in him disliked the poor choice in combat attire, though he doubted they expected to be in a firefight. "I assume the police's response time is a little better than the ones in the States?" He joked, making his way to the fire exit, Lena nodded as she walked beside him, stepping out into the cold autumn air of London. The distant sound of sirens could be heard, David sighed as he turned towards her, "Care to resume this tour tomorrow?"

"Meet me at the Fox and Bear, it's by the underground at King's Row. Two pm sharp!" Lena giggled, waving to David with two fingers as she departed down the alleyway. He let out a chuckle, his eyes glancing at her hips as she walked away, before he slipped his hands into his jacket. He made his way out of the alleyway, quickly hailing a cab to take him back to his hotel, preferring not to stick around when the police arrive. He slumped into the seat, resting his elbow on the windowsill, his hand placed over his mouth as he gazed at the city around him. He let out a soft chuckle as he made his way back to the hotel, maybe London would be more eventful than he had planned.