Well, it's here, Chapter 8. Still waiting for reviews!

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Chapter 8

We approached a very modern looking building with giant blue lighted neon letters that read "The Ice Joint". I could already hear the loud music pumping through the speaker, and there was a constant flow of people entering the club.

"Adorn Gabbet works inside his club." Our escort says. "Just ask for him at the door."

I nodded, and Anakin and I left the jet car.

"Anakin, be ready. Don't say anything... stupid."

We walked into the club where there were dizzying lights that were always changing. As we searched for Adorn Gabbet, I found myself trying to remember the pattern. Green, red, yellow, pink. Green, red, yellow, pink, orange. Green, red, yellow, pink, orange, blue. Green, red, yellow, pink, orange, blue, green. And it started over.

"Green, red, yellow, pink, orange, blue, green." Anakin stated, almost years later.

"Finally." I mumbled to myself.

"Where is this guy?"

"Well, he's somewhere in this... mess." There were so many people here, it almost made me dizzy. Unlike some of the clubs on Coruscant this was not where the old and rich came for fun, it was where the young, misled cretins of the underworld came at night.

"Okay, well, maybe we should split up."

"No!" I said quickly. Anakin looked at me suspiciously, so I continued; "If we're going to find our Mr. Gabbet, then we'll find him together. Force knows you were never very good in politics."

Anakin shrugged.

We walked around and waited for some sign of Adorn Gabbet.

"Hey!"

I spun around and saw a body guard/security guard looking man.

"Are you the men looking for Adorn Gabbet?"

"Yes."

"This way." The man made me feel uncomfortable. I wondered how many weapons he was concealing in his jacket.

We walked through the crowds, avoiding the packed dance floor. I was beginning to feel dizzy because of the various noises, the lights, the smoke in the air. There were so many people doing drugs out in the open, that it gave me a slight idea of what kind of person Adorn Gabbet happened to be.

"Nervous?" I asked Anakin.

"A bit." He said, taking in a deep breath. We approached a door that had two guards standing there.

The man escorting us took out a card, and slid it through some sort of security lock. I looked over his shoulder and read the name on the card.

"Mr. Goran Thorn?" I asked.

"Yes, that's me." He said. "Mr. Gabbet will see you immediately."

We walked into a completely silent dark room. It had a desk, and a sofa on the opposite wall.

"We'll need to search you for weapons."

Anakin looked at me worriedly. I waved my hands in front of Mr. Thorn's face and said,

"On second thought, you don't need to search us. We're clean."

"On second thought, I don't need to search you. You're clean." The guard walked away, and we waited for Adorn Gabbet.

Soon, he came out, and it was not what I expected.