In style.

“Sfinte rahat,” muttered the Bamboo Club valet under his breath to his coworker. Both men were taken aback from the two sports cars that pulled up right in front of them. Their eyes went wide and their jaws dropped when they saw who was behind the wheels of each. Angel carefully walked out of her white Ferrari, quickly adjusting her short skirt to avoid revealing too much too soon. Ava was close behind, taking a few moments to get out of her bright orange Mclaren with its butterfly doors she was still getting used to. Both women strutted to the valets and tossed the keys in tandeum.

“You scratch it, I fucking **** you,” calmly announced Angel as she walked side by side with Ava. Both agents quickly made it up the short flight of stairs in front of the illuminated club sign. “Audio check check Banshee,” Angel spoke into her wrist watch.

“Check check audio good Angel,” replied back. GDF agents have standard issue watches that come with a complete array of tools and fixtures. Especially without their standard firearms and knifes, the agents wanted to make sure they still had communication in case things go south. A large bouncer in all black and sunglasses opened the door for both women, stealthily checking them out from the corner of his eye. The first room was full of dark marble, random stone statues, and a bit of pink neon lights in certain spots. White lights from the ceiling illuminated the room, revealing a security check before entering the main club. Ava could already hear the loud dance music coming through the large wooden doors a head of her.

Two exquisitely large and muscular bouncers stood in the girls’ way as they motioned for their arms up to frisk them. The female agents weren’t surprised they took their time, making every effort to touch and caress their bodies without crossing any lines.

“Cumpără-mă mai întâi cina, huh?” playfully called out Ava, who knew a few key terms in Romanian every woman should know when visiting. After getting the go ahead, both women entered the main club.

Immediately they were blasted with loud dance music and a spectacular light display. Scantily clad dancers moved seductively on pillars and an intricate staircase in the middle of the room. Ava could feel the beat from the bass vibrate inside her chest as she scanned the partially smoke-filled room. It was pretty packed, but still enough room to move around without getting claustrophobic. As the women stood admiring the view, they caught the attention of almost everyone in the club. The jealous eyes from other women were almost as numerous as the lustful stares from men and women alike in the club. Knowing that they should probably blend in quick, Ava walked towards the bar closest to her and raised her left wrist.

“Ok Angel, let’s split up,” spoke Ava through her watch transmitter, which surprisingly went through crystal clear to her partner. “I’ll take the bar here and you head over to the other across the room. Snag a drink, maybe talk with the bartender or staff if they can hear you, and maybe mingle with locals on the dance floor. Remember if you see or hear anything weird, we are not pursuing, only gathering intel.”

“Gotcha Banshee, making my way now,” replied Angel as she strutted towards the other end of the room.