The Color of Life is Red

Extra Content: The Party

This extra scene takes place between The Color of Death is Blue and The Color of Life is Red. It is the full scene of the preview at the end of the first book. If you would like more extra content–such as this–then let me know in the comments. Also, little tip: the video above is best played right when they get to the party. I recommend moving it to a random point and letting it play from there. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

"Guys!" Pidge burst into the apartment with her laptop above her head. "I've got a new assignment!" She jumped over the back of the couch and sat down.

"Pidge." Keith looked over at her from above Lance on the coffee table. His shirt had been ripped off. Dog tags hung jingling from his neck. Lance's arms were wrapped around his shoulders and laced into his hair. Keith motioned to the half-naked couple, "We're kinda busy."

Pidge kept her eyes on the computer screen and waved an unfazed hand. "Yeah, yeah. Stop fucking and come here."

Lance gave him a shrug and sat them up. He joined her on the couch while Keith looked over her shoulder. Lance slipped his shirt back on, "What did you find Katie?"

Pidge adjusted her glasses and tapped away on her keyboard, "So I've received some intel on a certain party happening on the coast." She pulled up a document on her screen, "This is the guest list." She scrolled through it. "It's a ploy. Everyone going is involved with sex trafficking, which is exactly what's going to happen."

Lance sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Damn. It's that big?"

"Oh yeah," She nodded and clicked on a file. Several pictures of a man with a greying beard popped up. "This is the host. Ricardo Déga." Pidge sat back and crossed her arms with a smirk, "The party is at his building. On the rooftop."

"So," Keith stood straight and crossed his arms, "We're gonna crash this party."

Lance gasped, "Does this mean we get to go to a party?!"

Pidge whipped out her hand. Two black cards sat between her middle and index fingers. "Here's your tickets in."

Lance and Keith dusted off their finest suits and retrieved the black Mercedes out of the garage. Lance was dressed in a black suit with a blue shirt and black tie. A gold Rolex wrapped around his wrist. Keith slicked his hair back and put on a black suit with a red shirt and black tie. Pistols were hidden beneath their clothes and earpieces sat in their ears.

They pulled up to the building and handed the keys over to the valet. Waving their black cards, they stepped into the elevator and headed up. Keith informed Katie when the doors shut. "Pidge, there's two guards by the doors of the elevator and a valet at the entrance."

I've tapped into the security cameras. Received visual on you.

"Can you see this?" Keith flipped off the camera with a smirk.

Fuck you too, asshat.

"Shut up," Lance giggled, "We're almost at the top."

The doors opened to an elegant rooftop with sparkling guests. A crowded bar was over on the right; lounge chairs to the left, surrounding a small stage. White rooftop tile reflected the glittering stars and blue aura from the pool. A small shed sat behind the chairs, the stage branches off it. Various guests chatted around the deck, drinks in hand. Some were men. They wore suits and expensive watches–or had the nerve to put on a fedora. Most were women. Tight silver dresses hugged their curves while diamond jewelry jingled around their necks and ears. Spanish music blasted over the speakers, bringing a smile to Lance's face.