A spoiled sexy genius

14.

14.

King of Diamonds. Night.

The street that led to the nightclub was crowded with luxury and expensive cars with their owners patiently waiting their turn to access the VIP local.

Loki came walking as he came out of nowhere, dressed strictly in dark clothes, the light shirt exalted his pale face and cerulean eyes. The long black hair combed back neatly.
He was in effect a distinguished and wealthy gentleman who was preparing to enter one of the most exclusive and reserved premises in the city. His grandeur, as well as his flowing walk combined with his determined gaze, made him, as he approached the entrance, jump over the endless line of people waiting for him, without anyone arguing.
The steward at the entrance of the club looked up at him.

"I am awaited" was all that the god of mischief merely said and stared the man in the eyes. The man improvidently almost unable to reason, nodded and let him in.
Loki smugly smiled as nonchalantly walked in.

Inside was all dark. Music pumped louder.
Neon lights brightened the stage where a few rich men threw money to the strippers.
Loki winced. Although the club was deeply selective and therefore within it, a few lucky rich people entered. Once inside, the human race was at its worst, Loki thought, degrading more and more.

Asgard was different. His people loved the good life, but it wasn't like that. He sighed, the dream of becoming king of his people had not abandoned him, only set aside for the moment. Because at the time the situation on earth was becoming interesting. With the Chitauri he had made a mistake but also learned a lesson. He wouldn't have made the same mistake twice.

Loki blinked his eyes back to reality. He looked around and analyzed the club. The bar, the stage, a few tables front row, then there were sofas in the back, where men could find their privacy whatever they wanted to do.
Then there were two stairs. One led to the VIP private area, where you could spot a velvet red sofa with the best and nearest view of the two-level of stages. On the backside, you could spot a corridor that probably led to another room where the richest ones could buy a private show or maybe, something else.
Then there was another hidden stair, this went to the possible headquarters.

Loki walked without hesitation to those stairs, at the feet of these, there was a bodyguard that blocked the access.
When the man saw Loki started to block him, but from the top, a voice shouted "let him in", Loki smiled and went upstairs.

"So this is what we are asking you " ended Garcia after a 10 min speech to the other mobsters at the round table.
Loki stood on the sidelines, in dim light, barely listening to their speeches. The details bored him. It didn't matter how to do it, but they were to achieve the goal.
He had arranged to be invited that evening to that meeting, but the truth was that this had served to calm the turmoils of the Avengers and at the same time, continue with his idea, that with the time was becoming more and more a plan. He barely grimaced, after all, it seemed that he could take advantage of that ruse.

"Ok. We will give you what you ask. How much time do we have and where do we have to act?" Asked one of the wealthy traffickers sitting at the table.

"Well we need.."started Garcia

"I want 50 men and half of the plutonium in three weeks at Washington and 15 men and the other half of plutonium in Maryland"
Loki sentenced standing up from his armchair in the semi-darkness.
The god rose in all his majesty and royalty, his aristocratic gaze landed on that pity mass of mobsters with an inflated ego, and slowly, with his typical loose gait, hand behind his back he reached the group.

"Maryland?" a fat old man asked raising an eyebrow.

"Fort Detrick" Loki went on out loud.

"What's there?" Carlton asked.

"USBWL"
The men looked at each other's as to understand what was he talking about.

Loki rolled his eyes "The U.S. Army Biological Warfare Laboratories" he deigned to explain.

"Biological??" A man frowned, his voice suddenly uncertain.

"What? No one told us it was for that!" another one added.

"I don't want to mess up with that kind of thing!" another one commented while a buzz rose in the room.

"I don't wanna be part of this!" another one said standing angrily and walking to the door but Loki anticipated him and with a gesture of his hands, the door suddenly became a wall of bricks.

"What the hell of the trick is this?" The man screamed at the sight of the wall.

"No one is gonna leave this room until I say so" Loki ordered icy and the silence fell between the men. No one dared even to look at him, lowering their head. A smug smile of omnipotence appeared for a moment on his lips. How much he lacked to subdue people.

Carlton was the only one who broke into a smile "well well well, it looks like we will have a collaboration!" He clapped his hands triumphant "I'll be the head of the mission, but I want a couple of things from Maryland. Let's say a souvenir"
Loki nodded satisfied.