𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌 + 𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

devils poison

Vincent was a FBI agent on a continuing case, after about 4 agents trying to crack down the case. He was put in charge.

"About 3 months ago a mysterious club opened. No trace of the existence, no billing or tax receipt and zero identification of the supposed owner" Vincent announced to his colleagues. "Not even mafias and mob bosses have this much anomoninity, and we may be dealing with something bigger"

The passion in Vincent's eyes set all that doubted him straight. He was know for putting the most sneakiest hackers and hidden gangs in America away behind bars.

And this night club was going to the least of his problems.

Well that's what he was thinking as he buttoned up his dress shirt and placing his gun in the holster.

"Ready Vin?" His co worker Adam asked holding the door to the hotel room open.

"More than ready" a cocky smirk landed on his lips.

Vincent had a reputation that kept his ego running high. And the cracked cases, known status and female co-workers flaunting over him only added to it.

He helped himself to a glass of rum, letting his muscles loosen as Adam and himself drove down the streets of Orlando.

"Why so tense A.D?" He asked his partner.

Adam snorted a laugh. "Tense? Me? Not me man"

"Whatever you say buddy" Vincent grinned shaking his head, taking the last sip of his drink.

They pulled up onto the front. Adam through him a ear piece.

"Two of the vans are around the corner and will be in contact with us through the ear piece"

Vincent nodded, stepping out as soon as he fixed it into his ear.

DEVILS POISON

the large, red, serif sign read.

The two partners walked into the club. And Adam could help but realise the temperature increase.

"Holy shit, it's hot in here" Adam said.

"You will live" Vincent said sarcastically not feeling and temperature change. "We will take different paths, tell me if you find anything"

The two parted and Vincent made is way through the waves of bodies. He made it to the bar ordering two shots of vodka.

Above level music started playing as he downed the drinks.

A melody similar to ticking clocks.

No halo, baby I'm the reason why hells so hot

His attention was drawn to the single stage as the curtains opened a women  with a wide and red lingerie walzed on the pole.

From the other side the room the music started to draw Adam in. As if the song was some sort of spell.

Inferno. Baby I'm the reason why bars so fun, hells so not...oh no

Adams eye dilated and sinked. The song laced in his mind and the dancer adding to the hypnosis.

Vincent could feel the change in the crowd. The loosening of the waves. The direction they went to. It was abnormal.