Max finds a lead.

Max walked out of the private room a bit irritated, 'fucking asshole' she muttered to herself. She didn't know why she was so angry, she did not want to fuck Normal, she knew that, but she had anticipated finding some kind of pleasure from the encounter. Now she was walking through the club with $ 1 100 bucks, money earned as an undercover stripper, but she also had an unyielding need for sexual release. 'Fuck' she mumbled again...

...Max thoughts left her as she now looked across the club. Nathan Richards was standing near the bar speaking to somebody, Russian or some other eastern European country by the looks of his strong features. Max used her enhanced sight to readjust her pupils so that she could zoom in for a better look at the guys face.

'Dimitri Glebov' she said to herself. She had seen his photo and profile when she went over the mission details with Logan; he was Serbian, his hand deep in human trafficking especially young European girls that he used in his prostitution rings, he was also tied to the Russian mob, including one of the biggest names in the syndicate, Nikoli Garnovskaya.

Max smiled to herself, it looked like her time spent here had finally borne fruit...