Friday night at The Spiral was in full swing. They had opened the doors shortly after dusk and almost immediately bodies had begun streaming in.
Sharply dressed suits sat at the booths talking softly as they sipped their drinks while waitresses in short black cocktail dresses moved swiftly and gracefully among the booths, taking orders and clearing away glasses. Soft classical music drifted out from tiny speakers hidden through out the walls. Cigar smoke twisted upwards like phantom grey snakes from glowing tips as men and women laughed softly at s joke. Upstairs the heavy metal band ToxicNation was screaming into their microphones as men and women dressed in black leather, spikes, chains and boots flooded the dance floor and grouped around the bar. People greeted one another and demanded drinks, forced to have to yell over the pounding music just to be heard. Chaos rained on the dance floor as the crowed grew more and more frenzied by the pounding music. Moving bodies slammed ruthlessly into one another only to be pushed back and forth in the wild sway, at the edge of the floor one boy was thrown backwards into a tall black haired woman wearing a slinky red Chinese dress and carrying a clip board. Her eyes narrowed briefly before she flashed a wicked smile, revealing her incredibly sharp canines. The boy simply looked at calmly for a minute or two then suddenly his eyes grew wide and he yanked his jacket up behind his head like it was a cape.
"I am the Shadow!" he bellowed making her take a step back,
"The Shadow knows and sees all!" he shrieked as turning around, jacket still held up behind his head, he disappeared twisting wildly among the pounding masses. She rolled her bright green eyes "freaking malkavians." She turned sharply away from the dancers and moved with an uncanny grace, which is usually unobtainable when wearing five inch high heeled boots, and walked towards the employee's only door. Behind lay another set of stairs that led to the third floor where all of the papers and records for the club were kept. Desks were strewn throughout the floor with no attention to order, and cabinets lined at least two of the walls, their drawers hanging open unable to be closed with the amount of papers shoveled into them. Behind one of the desks with his feet resting on the expensively, imported wood was a dark haired man in an Armani suit playing with a high tech looking paint ball gun. In front of him a brand new handsome looking computer hummed softly and glowed contentedly, on its screen it displayed an email. "Hey Kali, check it out." She clicked her way over and stood in front of the desk. "I've designed a new type of paint ball. Instead of using paint I've filled the pellets with liquid silver. And when these things hit they explode down and out so almost all of the silver inside should hit the target." Kali smiled
her wicked smile again, her eyes gleaming "That's brilliant Adam." The second BSD blushed slightly as he stashed the gun in one of the desk drawers.
"Do we have any new orders?"
"Not exactly but take a look at this." Kali slipped around the desk and leaned over his shoulder to get a good look at the loosely coded email that was displayed on the screen.
Attention
We may have a lost mutt problem on our hands.
Please be advised that more information will be sent in the weeks to come.
For the time being please keep all eyes open for our poor lost whelp.
Big reward if found.
Mr. Vlad w. Dancer
p.s. if other dogs are found please detain
may be of some use.
"Been a long time since we've been out on the streets chasing strays." Kali grinned at his remark,
"Yeah, this sounds like fun. I do hope they give us more instructions soon." The two looked at each other and broke out in the high pitched giggles that were so common among their kind. Below them ToxicNation began to pick up the beat even more and the dancers moved faster and more reckless as the pheromones raced and the pulses quickened. Something was going to happen and soon.