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] Mindless

] New Haven Industrial District

] Extronic City

The hypnotic rhythm of post-meltcore style dance music pounded the walls of Mindless. Dizzied partiers threw themselves about a circular, multi-level dance floor, gyrating to the flashes of strobe lights and the pulse of the beat. Those too tired, drugged or aroused to dance were collapsed on ragged sofas in lounges sectioned off from the dance areas.

Seifer Almasy reclined at one such loveseat. His sandy blonde hair was set neatly in place, and his heavy black pants and vest were without a wrinkle. His lightly-tanned arms were bare, and ended in a pair of black leather gloves. A folded silver trench coat propped his head comfortably.

A petite young lady stood before him, her hands at her bare hips. Her skin was dark almond, her hair pure white. Big brown eyes were bloodshot and glassy. She wore, or barely wore, a revealing white dress, low-cut and torn from some agressive dancing. Her slender legs showed through the fabric as she swayed to the music.

Seifer slowly looked her over. "You gonna sit down," he asked, "or not?" His voice carried a trace of hoarseness as he spoke over the music.

The young lady brought a determined frown to her pretty face, and shook her head. "Listen, buddy," she quipped flirtatiously, her voice slightly slurred by some chemical substance. "I think you're going just a little fast, here!"

"So what?" Seifer folded his hands.

"Well," she batted her eyes, "you don't even know my name!"

"I don't care." Seifer's thin eyes focused on hers. "Neither do you. Quit stalling and have a seat."

She swung her hips closer, and smiled. "You sure don't waste time, do you? Come on, let's make it last! One more dance...please?"

Once again, Seifer stared down her curvaceous figure. "I don't think so," he replied.

The beautiful girl leaned forward, and touched noses with him. "Well," she breathed, "I came here to dance! So I'll be out on the floor, and whenever you're ready, you can..."

Seifer unfolded his arms, and placed his gloved palm on her cheek. A dim glow permeated the black leather, growing in intensity with every split second. Sparks of beautiful shining energy shot forth, as the brightness from his hand shone over the girl's face. Her smile slowly faded, and her chocolate eyes grew distant. She exhaled an airy sigh, and swayed lightly from side to side, glassy eyes glowing with the beautiful energy.

Seifer tugged on her shoulder, and she gently fell before him on the sofa. He kissed her open mouth. His gloved hands carefully loosened her dress, and slid it down to her waist.

A burly staff member in black pants and white shirt pointed his way. "Hey!" he growled, "rules are rules! Take that somewhere else!"

Seifer's blue eyes thinned, as he wrapped his arms around the young lady's bare stomach. He glanced the way of the staff member, and quietly sneered, "Fira."

A powerful explosion pounded the air in front of the staffer. He screamed in pain and stumbled away, ablaze from the spell, and fell backward over a three-foot high metal fence. A trail of fire and smoke sizzled behind as he fell two stories, to the dance floor below. Delirious dancers cleared away for a moment, but soon regained their pleasure.

Leaning forward to the entranced young lady, he placed a kiss on her almond neck, and tasted her skin, and the beads of sweat that had formed from her dancing.

But he noticed another man watching, and standing where the staff member once had. His skin was pale white, with stripes of blue running down his cheeks. Shining blue hair was formed into bunches of curved spikes. He was taller than Seifer, and much more muscular, although about his age. A vest of steel adorned his chest. Light reflected from the shining surface every time the blackbulbs flashed, and pained Seifer's eyes. The stranger's white jacket and blue jeans were rather warm clothes for the hot club. He stood with his hands folded, just the way Seifer had done only moments ago.

Seifer kissed kissed the young lady again. "I'll kill you too," he muttered to the stranger. "Get lost."

The blue-haired man shook his head, and approached Seifer and the naked girl. He spoke with a deep, powerful voice. "Zaryn sent me. It can't wait."

Blonde eyebrows angled at the mention of Commander Zaryn. "Fine, sit down," he growled.

A nod, and the stranger carefully took a seat beside the two. "Mikaell Midas," he said, his eyes on the dance floor before him. "GDS Special Forces. I'm delivering a message directly from Zaryn. The dispatch team failed to kill Bowes and his party."

"Not my problem," Seifer replied, massaging the hypnotized dancer's back.

Midas shook his head. "Is now. We've both been assigned as Omega Recourse. Looks like we're going to Trabia."

"Fine. Wonderful. Nice to meet you, go away."

"No can do, Almasy," Midas shook his head. "A transport is waiting outside for each of us. We leave for the train station now. Zaryn's orders."

Seifer glanced at Midas' dark eyes. "Yeah, well, I leave when I want to leave." He pulled the limp girl close.

Midas stood, and two beautiful young ladies approached him. Both were completely nude. Their gazes were distant, and they swayed hypnotically as they stepped, spellbound, across the concrete floor to his side. Eyes glimmered with a soft, gentle light.

"Bring her along," Midas said dryly. "You get your own quarters, and it's a long ride to Trabia."

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