The Skin Trade
Chapter 7: Finding The Blitzkrieg Boys.

"It's him."

A sudden pause entered the atmosphere, it was so overwhelming that the agent was struggling to find his voice. But once Kai had finally pointed to the face on the giant screen, the agent rose up from his desk and glimpsed at the criminal.

Slowly a grin appeared upon his lightly bearded mouth, "It's just as we expected. We have been watching him for a while now. So we can send you straight to his wareabouts." Agent One highlighted the photograph and revealed all of the criminals details.

'Why did they need me to identify him if they knew it was him in the first place!? Is this place just a giant test?!'

Baffled by the reaction, Kai frowned at the agent and ran his hand through his blue locks. "Where am I going then?" He didn't need to ask about the brief of his first mission as it was quite clear to Kai what the task was – capture this arsehole and bring him back for a chat.

"Mr Hiwatari, we are flying you to Rome. But before you go, we need to change up your appearance." Agent One stated confidently. "With my top notch Photoshop skills, I have drafted out some identities for you to chose from. Consider this an honour because many of our agents don't get a choice in this matter."

"Why do I get the special treatment then?"

"Because I am a massive fan of yours." Agent One interrupted quickly and reached into his draw to pull out a notepad and a pen. "Before you leave, I also would like your autograph."

"Uh..." Completely caught off-guard, Kai's eyes almost rolled out of their sockets. Once his heart fluttered back to its normal pace, he nodded his head at Agent One. "No, this is another one of your sick tests, isn't it?"

Slowly, the agent lowered his hand. "Maybe." He almost laughed. "You need to get into the habit of saying no incase people somehow recognise your pretty face. You also must deny that you are Kai Hiwatari too because if you get caught, you lose everything, including our support." Agent one then licked his lips briefly, "However, right now, I am being serious about having your autograph, my mother is a big fan."

'HIS MUM!?'

A low growl cooed from Kai's dry lips, "You're starting to irritate me." He huffed before snatching the notepad and pen from the agents hand. "Here, now lets start getting to the serious stuff." Kai scrippled his name onto the notepad and then flung it back towards him.

"Thank you! Much appreciated Mr Hiwatari. My, your strong reputation doesn't deceit you."

Naturally, Kai rolled his eyes with boredom. But as he studied the options that were available to him on the computer screen. He noticed something peculiar amongst the agents wall – it was a photograph of Tala and his team, beneath the photograph was their autographs too!

'Wait, are they in on this too!? Were they approached after that day too?'

The colourful stage lights were difficult for any man to focus on anything other than the faultless girls who were dancing their hearts out for their money. Yet the smooth pop music in the background was enough to make any man feel tempted and seduced by the atmosphere that was pulsing around him.

'I've never been to a strip club before.' Max concluded to himself as his virgin eyes struggled to focus on finding Bryan and the team. 'How am I supposed to spot The Blitzkrieg Boys in this funky place. It's massive!'

Lost in the vibes, Max brushed past groups of men to begin his search. His heart was racing inside his chest, but the blond gave away no symptoms of anxiousness on the outside. Beautiful girls nearby did tempt the American with their seductive gaze, but he just closed his eyes and shifted forwards. He wanted to admire their gifted figures which were well groomed or surgically enhanced, but his priority was set on helping his distant teammates.

'If I were a Blitzkrieg Boy, where would I be in a strip club? Probably in trouble.'

Now near the bar, Max's thoughts were distracted by the sound of a familiar voice. It sounded dominant and husky like a certain red head that he knew.

"Oh will you just put the idiot down. I'm sure Bryan has enough money on him to pay for his lap-dance-"

"Actually, I don't. I was hoping that you would help me out. Again."

"WHAT!?"

A bouncer had his hand sealed around the scruff of Bryan's t-shirt so tight that his feet were barely touching the floor. "I spent all my money on their cheap vodka. Honestly, it wasn't even worth it." The silver haired blader lowered his eyes to look at the size of the bouncers fist – he wasn't scared in the slightest, especially as Bryan knew that he could take him down.

Behind the bouncer's large figure was a stripper with her hands on her bare hips. She looked ever so cross with flames burning in her eyes. "Give me money before I make him do something which we will all regret." Her glossed pouty lips demanded harshly.

"Look, here." Spencer stepped out of the booth and opened up his wallet, "I hope this covers the ladies bill."

Pleased with the sum, the stripper clicked her fingers and snatched Spencer's wallet. "That's all I wanted." The bleach blonde hissed and removed the money before handing it back to him.

Bryan was dropped onto the ground as the team shot Bryan an unimpressed glance.

"We just can't take you anywhere." Tala claimed with his hands slipping into his pockets to pull out his wallet. "Anyway, it's my turn to buy the next round. What's everyone having?"

Relief flared through Max's veins and his eyes lit up with joy. "There you are! I'll have a glass of pop please!" He cheered and rushed over to their booth.

A small grin smeared across Bryan's lips as he climbed back up onto his feet. "I honestly didn't think the kid would make it because the BBA are on lockdown. But here he is." He praised and stepped aside to give Max enough space to sit down in the booth.

"Who the fuck says that they want a glass of pop?" Ian blinked with embarrassment. "Is he a mommys boy or something?"

"I'll take it that Hiro couldn't keep his eye on you then?" Bryan sat next to the Draciel wielder looking proud of the Bladebreaker. "That boy will be all over you when you return, you know that, don't you?"

"I know. But that's if I get caught though." Max winked confidently, "He is Tyson's brother after all, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The Granger's are very heavy sleepers."