"You sure this is the place?" Marlene asked, turning briefly to face Kathryn, who offered a slight nod. "This is the scuttlebutt, that it's here, someone looking for help." Kathryn said, putting the black sedan in park. The deep bass of the nightclub echoing through the neighborhood outside, the two women nodding to the beat as Marlene smiled. "It's catchy." She said, moving to open the door. "Watch my back, Kat." She said, closing the door behind her, and pulling her dark trenchcoat close.
It was cold out, a crisp breeze blowing through the streets, whipping Marlene's blonde hair about.
She stepped into the nightclub, the music thumping all around her. She was on a mission, looking for something, her eyes moved over to the bar, and she moved up to the bar, sliding into a seat next to Andreas, the woman was odd, her demeanor, her constant glances over her shoulder, her posture screamed law enforcement of some kind, as did the white shirt and black slacks worn under the trench.
"Something sweet, yet strong." She told the bartender, her voice smooth, yet cold.
The Bulge of a firearm stuck out under the trenchcoat, faintly obvious from the way she was sitting.
"I'm looking for work." The woman said, keeping her gaze fixated on the drink. "Have I come to the right person?"