You arrive early.

Finally you make it to the club just after 8 pm and head in. You walk into the smoky club and see each table scattered about has a signal jammer on the table as well as a white noise generator to stop prying ears from listening in to the meetings.

You are soon approached by a beautiful skinny black woman dressed to party in leather pants and tiny bikini top with matching thong visible sticking out the top of her pants. “Can I help you miss?”

“Yeah I am here for the meet.” You say figuring you might as well be straight forward, assuming the Wizard has already worked out the details with whoever is here.

“Lovely, but you are a bit early. Feel free to relax at the bar while the rest of your group arrives.” She states pointing to the long black bar with a brass footrest and several tall stools. Twenty minutes later she steps back over to you as you sip a glass of vodka, “Come with me please.” She leads you back through a curtained area and pulls out a little chair for you as step up to it. She refills your drink before stepping out.

Ten minutes later she walks back in leading a sexy little female human you would place at 18 years old. She appears to stand under 5’3” tall and with her slight build you would place her just under 100lbs. She has bright blue and red hair apparently made of optic threads as each end glows slightly and shifts color as she strides in. She has the pale skin of someone that never sees sunlight. Her lips and nails are all colored a deep blue, as is her eye shadow. She is wearing a pair of knee high black boots with solid 4” heels across the entire base, a black pleated skirt that falls to her mid thighs, a white t-shirt with a British flag in the chest and fuck you in red letters on the back, and black fingerless gloves. The only weapon you see on her is a pistol in a holster on her hip. You look over the gun and realize it is a matte black .44 magnum revolver with simple black rubber grips. As the chair to your right is pulled out for her she plops down in it with a thump. However as the girl walks out that brought both of you in here she turns to you and jumps up. She spreads her legs and sits down on your lap facing you faster than you can react and smiles, her face barely an inch from yours, “Hi sexy, wanna fuck?” Before you have a chance to say anything the curtain starts to pull open and she once again moves in a flash and hops back into her seat, throwing her feet up on the table as she does.

The next to enter is another human. He has the build of a gymnast, standing right about 6’ tall but under 18lbs. He has neat cut dark brown hair, blue eyes, and handsome features. He is wearing a pair of running shoes, loose fitting blue lace top sport pants, light blue t-shirt, and a dark blue windbreaker you assume is armored but is thin enough that it might not be. He has a pair of crossed black handled katanas. Similarly strapped to each thigh is a matching pistol you instantly recognize as a Sigma 4100, it is a 10mm semi-auto weapon with a 15 round clip that fires in short 3 shot bursts with very little recoil. He takes the chair offered, but pulls it over so he is basically across from both of you, as she is only several inches to your right. He doesn’t say a word and the three of you sit in relative silence for five minutes before the next person walks in, the only noise being the girl beside you smacking her gum.

The third to enter is a massive slab of meat and muscle that you are pretty sure is human but easily 7’ tall and 350lbs or more. He has Nordic features, a shaved head, and a bit of stubble for a beard. He is built like one of those strongest man competition winners that has a wide barrel chest, stomach, and arms and legs like tree trunks. He is wearing a pair of black and green camouflage pants, black combat boots, a white sleeveless shirt, and an obviously armored camouflage jacket that matches his pants. He has a shoulder holster with a massive cannon tucked in that you can’t quite make out the type or caliber. At his waist is an odd long barreled pistol that seems to be a single shot breach loaded weapon that most likely fires some kind of rifle bullet.

The final person to enter you assume is the one doing the hiring, as he isn’t led in. He takes the last open chair, moving it till it is roughly equal distance from you on his right, and the man with the twin swords to his left. He is of average height and build wearing a very expensive tailored suit. He has black hair combed back and wears a pair of black shades. You can see the distinctive bump of a pistol under his jacket but you have no idea what kind it is. As he sits down he speaks, “I am happy you all made it here so early. We might as well start by all introducing ourselves. My name is Mr. Johnson.”

You decide to get the ball rolling and smile, “I am called Nightshade. Nice to meet all of you.”

They apparently see this as a sign to go on around the table as the girl is next to speak, she tilts her chair back pulling her feet off the table and chimes up right as you finish speaking. With a bit of a British accent she chimes in, “They call me Jack but I got no idea why.” She lets out a cute but almost stupid sounding snort of a laugh and her gum pops out of her mouth but she snatches it out of the air with her slender little fingers and deftly sticks it back in without missing a beat chomping away.

The big guy looks at her for a second as if trying to think of something to say before he simply pokes himself in the chest with his thumb and says, “Anvil.” In a thick accent you don’t quite recognize.

The last man looks around a bit as if annoyed to be here before speaking, “I am still not sure why the rest of you are here as I usually work alone, but they call me Whirlwind and as long as the rest of you stay out of my way we this should be a snap.”

“Ok,” Mr. Johnson says as he finishes, “Now that we all know each other we can get down to business. The four of you will need to divide into two groups of two and each hit a small business office simultaneously. The company in question uses a national agency for security but keeps very little on site. If an alarm is tripped they lock down all offices to prevent any further damage, this is why you must go at the same time, when their computer is breached in either location it will automatically trigger the alarm giving you each only 12 minutes to complete your task and get out.” He pulls out a pair of what look like standard blue and white flash drives. “All you have to do is plug these into the main computers located within their office buildings. They keep these computers disconnected from the net to keep them safe from hackers so you will need to get them inside. We have already done some recon with a team of lower paid operatives and have saved only the final operation for experts such as yourselves. You all go in at precisely 1 am. After the run you will all need to disappear till tomorrow night when you will bring the items back here.” He lets this sink in for a few minutes before adding, “The addresses, photos, and video of the buildings are in these folders.” He tosses two plain envelopes on the table, “Any questions?”

Anvil chimes up, “Yeah you never said how much we are getting paid.”

“Excuse me, I was led to believe all of your individual arrangements had already been worked out by your fixers. They have already been paid for your services. There isn’t going to be a problem is there?”

“Oh yeah right, my bad. Yeah he said that.”

“Good, if that is all.” He looks at each of you, “Ok then, all there is left is for all of you to split into two pairs and head out, you have just under three hours to get to your respective locations. I leave the decision of how to organize up to you. Good luck.” With that he stands up and walks out of the bar.