~~Young~~

Chapter One

   “Nope,” Gage threw over his shoulder, “figure it out for yourself.”

   And if he couldn’t figure his way back to the rooftop hatch they had used to get in, if the man did fall to his death after unsuccessfully navigating the I-beams crisscrossing the dance floor as Gage was expecting, then so be it. He didn’t need him anymore.

   He tuned out the man’s whimpering as he came to a stop over Vaughn’s booth, cocking his head to the side as he worked out the best course of action.

    The nightclub really had proved to be the best possible place for Gage to finally take Vaughn down. Like the thugs pleas for help, the heavy bass and electronic melodies insured sound wouldn’t carry. And the near blackness in between the strobe light’s beams mixed with the white clouds of smoke drifting from various sources meant that sight wasn’t going to be any clearer for the other mortals here tonight. No one would know what happened until it was over, until the bodies hit the floor.

   Looking down upon the men below him, Gage could tell there was an awareness to the group of body guards surrounding Vaughn. Most kept causal stances, some standing, some sitting, but their eyes were constantly shifting, looking about, watching for danger to come up from the dance floor below. The so called VIP area was empty save for them, most likely having been cleared out by Vaughn’s personal group of meat themselves, leaving the bank of booths running along the wall vacant. Save for the one Vaughn was occupying with a couple of…yes, a couple of the pink plastic clad girls probably wooed up here with the promise of a good time. A free good time of course.

   Though truly the fat fuck took up most of the space, the two girls looking positively anorexic as they fawned over Vaughn, cooing their drug induced affection for him which he was most definitely taking advantage of. After all, what woman in their right mind would let an unappealing man such as Vaughn manhandle them, they could most certainly do better than him given the right opportunity. An opportunity Gage was considering giving them, once they sobered up though. The artificial affection did nothing for him.

   Shifting his gaze back to the real threat Gage noticed the distinct difference between the t-shirted and muscle strapped group keeping things PG-13 in the main area and the group of men dispersed around this elevated corner. Compared to the nearly naked patrons, they were in suits fit for a board room, each with conspicuous bulges on chests and below arm pits. They were professionals for sure, more militia then bouncer compared to the rest of the security. But no matter how well trained they were there was one mistake they all failed to make.

   Not a single one of them looked up.

   Gage stepped across one more beam with an eager grin, situating himself directly above the table Vaughn was lounged behind. He turned his body so his back was to the open room behind him, finding a clear path though the usual ceiling clutter, then he stepped off. Falling to the ground like a bullet.

   He landed in a crouch, the table letting out a thundering crack as his full weight settled atop it. It stayed upright, which was more than Gage was expecting really, though the jostling left drinks spilling all over the screaming women now clinging to Vaughn. Good news for them, at least their clothes were water proof.

   As expected he heard the clicks of the guns that were quickly trained on him, but he didn’t fear them anymore than the one Rodney has possessed despite the accuracy he knew these men very well shot with. Instead he rose slowly, shooting Vaughn a cunning grin.

   “Who the fuck are you?” Vaughn demanded, his eyes narrowed into slits.

   “Doesn’t matter,” Gage continued to smile as he shook his head.