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Chapter 6

About ten minutes later, the silver convertible pulled into the alley of the dance club. The neon signs were flashing, providing light in the dark area.
The three climbed out of the car and then looked around for their monitoring crew. They soon spotted the preventer vehicle, parked off to the side. The black van was almost invisible against the darkness of the alley.
Trinity tapped three times on the back of the truck.
The door was opened from the inside.
"Hey Merquise." Ian said from behind Trinity.
"Hi guys, ok, look. Here are your id's to get in. these…"
He handed them each a little microchip thing.
"Go in your ear. I'll be able to speak to you through them and hear what you're saying."
He handed Trinity a small silver hairclip. "it's got a video camera in it."
Trinity clipped the thing in her hair. Nate received a pair of glasses, and Ian had been given a magnetic earring.
Zechs then showed them how he was going to monitor them, and the status of their mission. "If you get into trouble, I'll call backup but you should be able to do this by yourselves.
The three then headed for the entrance of the club, and the dangers that awaited them inside.
"ID"
Trinity flashed her newly found ID, claiming that she was 21, and the muscly door man let her inside. Ian and Nate followed close behind.
The three headed for the dance floor. The music was pounding in their ears, the base beat vibrating through the floors. Lights were flashing everywhere, on and off, on and off, flash, move, colour, colour, blink, on and off, colour…
"Perfect environment for headaches" the girl thought grimly, as she pushed her way through the crowds.
Glancing back at her partners, Trinity gave a nod, and they split up, each heading a separate way.
Trinity soon found herself leaning against one wall, trying to think straight. Her eyes moved back and forth over the crowds, searching for an exchange, a briefcase, money, anything that would give away what she was looking for.
Nothing.
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Nate wasn't having much luck either. He had headed for the bar area, and although it was a little quieter, the music still thundered around him.
And no sign of the illegal handling.
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Ian had forced his way over to the other side of the dance club, his trained eyes searching the crowds.
A glint of metal caught his eye.
Ian tried to signal to his partners, but they either couldn't see him or weren't looking in his direction.
Grimacing, Ian worked his way over towards the person he had been watching and bumped into him, or her (He hadn't gotten a clear view) rather harshly. The person fell to the ground and Ian offered her a hand up.
The girl tried to hide her face and receive the offered help at the same time.
When she was on her feet, she tried to turn away from Ian, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her around to face him. Ian plastered a grin on his face.
"Dance with me?"
The girl looked hesitant. "I dunno…"
"Oh, c'mon, just one…" Ian pleaded.
"I'm supposed to be meeting someone…"
"Their loss that they aren't here. I am. Now c'mon!"
"Fine." She agreed reluctantly. "But just one, and it has to be quick."
As if on cue, one of those slow mushy songs came on.
Ian grinned. "Must be my lucky day." He thought, scowling to himself mentally. The things he did for his job…He moved in, placing his hands on her waist, while she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.
"So, what's your name?" Ian asked, trying to pinpoint Trinity or Nate's position. If this chick's partner came now, he'd have a little bit of a problem on his hands.
"Deanna" the girl replied, again rather hesitantly.
"Deanna who?" Ian purred.
"Deanna…" She paused. "Can't say."
"Deanna Can't Say. That's an interesting name. C'mon babe. I'm not gonna bite you." / yet / Ian thought to himself. He could feel the girl shaking nervously beneath his touch, and she kept glancing over her shoulder.
"Catalonia." The reply to his question was unexpected. Ian held back the urge to push her back to get a better look at her.
"Catalonia eh? I think I might've heard that name before…" Of course he had. How many times had his father told him of the war 21 years ago, and how a Dorothy Catalonia had played one of the major bad guys. Not to mention she'd stabbed Quatre Winner, one of Nate's dads, with a fencing sword.
"Possible. Anyway, I've got to jet. Maybe I'll see you around."
As she backed away, Ian loosened his grip. A glance at the retreating figure told him this was gonna be an easy chick to follow. She had platinum blond hair that hung around her shoulders and eyes that were an icy shade of grey. Her right eyebrow was pierced, and a silver hoop glittered under the lights. Her eyes were heavily shadowed with black mascara, and her outfit was mostly black as well. Her top was a loose black long sleeved shirt whose sleeves flared at the ends, and she was wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans.
Ian sighed and started his pursuit. "Deanna" was heading for the bar area. The Chinese boy quickly picked out Nate and signalled to him that he'd found one of the people they'd been looking for.
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Trinity, on the other hand, was having a little more difficulty. She had spotted a guy in one corner of the club. He was sitting at a table that was enveloped in shadows. Every once in a while, a 'customer' would go over and sit across from him.
They would talk for a minute or so,
Then they would exchange something,
Then the 'customer' would leave.
Trinity had watched 5 exchanges, and she was just thinking about how she was going to do things properly, when something different happened. The man sitting in the corner got up and headed straight for her, his brown eyes boring into hers.
"Danny…" Trinity muttered, eyes wide with surprise. She had definitely not been expecting that.
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well, for those of you that forgot, Danny was the guy who shot Trinity remember? Ok, good. Now you can let me know what you think! Leave a review please!
Aria