Chapter 2:
Yamcha opened the door to the basement. Laser lights were beaming all over the place. There were exotic dancers on the bar, and in cages above the dance floor. It was full now, he could seem most of the regular clients gambling and doing drugs.
He smiled, in spite of everything that was going on here. He loved this club more than anything. Well, he loved the money that came in more than anything. He couldn't get enough supporters to help him make the club. There were many illegal things happening here and if cops were to get involved they didn't want to suffer the consequences. So he was forced to go underground.
It had grown quite popular over the years. He had to build a restaurant on top of it so they wouldn't be too suspicious to his sudden wealth. Most of his clients were of some kind of importance. It had become the most exclusive club.
He causally greeted everyone as he made his way over to the bar.
"Hey, boss. What will it be?"
"Nothing tonight, I have to stay clean." He replied with a grin.
He smirked back in acknowledgement, "Sure boss. Here she comes. She has been waiting for you."
He turned around; his associate as she liked to be called, was there right on time. They had met a couple of months back. And as everyone who has came across, Cheryl, she was like candy. You had to come back for more.
She seductively walked towards him. She glanced at the bartender, "Thanks Bill." And pulled Yamcha tie away from the bar towards the private rooms. They had this unspoken agreement. He received all the pleasure he wanted, and she in return got anything she wanted in the club for free.
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Vegeta was working the graveyard shift yet again. It didn't faze him though; he was known as a loner somewhat. His personality was too aggressive for the female population. And he wasn't that charming with his fellow co-workers. The most conversation you heard from him was, MOVE.
He was looking through the missing persons files. He was slightly agitated that he got this. –I deserve better than this shit. I didn't start this job, to sit on my ass night.- He angrily threw the files onto floor and leaned back, closing his eyes. Just then he heard someone clearing his throat. He turned around.
"I need to see you in my office." stated his boss. Vegeta followed him to his office, closing the door behind him. "Sit down, Vegeta."
"Yes, sir."
"I have a special case for you. I have been watching you closely and I think you are the best person to fulfill this job."
Vegeta just huffed in really. "Now you finally see that." He mumbled incoherently.
He continued, "I need you to go undercover as a waiter at a popular restaurant."
"Sir, I don't think I understand to what you are getting at."
"Yamcha Caicedo, owns this restaurant. It's rumored that the restaurant is a cover up for an underground club. I need you to get enough evidence to send him to jail."
"I will do my best, sir."
"Great. I have trust in you Vegeta."
"Thank you, sir." He said as he got up.
"Oh, Vegeta, here's the rest off the information that I haven't covered." He said as he handed him the manila folders.
Author's Note:
I was threatened, by my own best friend to update. So I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Keep on Reviewing. (pochahontas82)
