The Nightclub was brimming with people and lights. The dance floor shining with several different colors and shades around the mob of people dancing on it. The bartender mixing various drinks for multiple people at a time. His six arms setting down glass after glass for the either drunk and needy customers that sat around.

Aside from one man, who had been sipping from the same mug for a good while now. His Cadmium green eyes getting more cold and calculating as he looking around the bar from his seat. Either looking for someone, or keeping a close eye on someone. Suddenly standing up after downing the rest of his mug. Setting it down on the counter along with a tip for the greedy bartender. Calmly walking through the sea of people without a single care. His Smoke grey hair sparkling with the multicolored lights that were shining and flickering all around. Taking a few glances around as he had made it to the back door of the nightclub. More of an emergency exit in case of a fire or worse; cops.

Stepping outside from the hot atmosphere and into the cold night felt refreshing. The chilled air lightly flowing through the dead quiet alleyway. The male taking another glance around before blinking. His eyes lightening some as they were faintly glowing. 

Reaching into his a hidden pocket of his blazer as he swiftly side-stepped. Narrowly avoiding an oncoming whip as he glared at the person holding it. Him glaring right back as his grip visibly tightened on the handle of the weapon. His hands shaking in that of fear before going to strike at him again. That too failed on his behalf for the green-eyed man simply moved out of the way without a single care. Him yawning before finally removing his hand from in his blazer. Pulling out an M18 Pistol as he pulled the safety off with his thumb.

Having it already aimed at the opposing man as he showed no emotion the entire time. His aim falling some before pulling the trigger once. Accurately shooting the mans leg as he gritted his teeth tightly. Stumbling back from this as he ended up hitting some trash cans. Toppling over as he had dropped the whip to his side due to the shock. Him gripping his bleeding leg before feeling something cold against his forehead. Slowly looking up to meet a pair of green eyes staring right at him. The gun being against his head currently as the man sighed lightly. "This is it...." He muttered as his gaze narrowed.

"For all the crimes you have committed..... your sentence.. is death..." He said in a harsh tone before another gunshot was heard. Him slowly standing as he wiped the end of the gun off with the blazer.

Putting the weapon back into his pocket before removing another item; a pack of cigars. The mans eyes had gone back to their deadened Cadmium shade as he lit one cigar. Putting it into his mouth and shoving both the lighter and pack back into their rightful pockets. A light shade of smoke rising into the air as the man kept walking. Showing no remorse once so ever for what he had just done....

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Entering into a fancy-looking office was the same man. A woman sitting at a desk with her feet carelessly on it. Her cheeks being a dusted shade of red as she slammed a bottle of wine on the desk.

'And she's been drinking again... just my luck...' He thought with an audible sigh.

"Aidennnn! Welcome back~!" The female dressed in a suit said as she waved her hand at him.

"Thanks I guess.." He said as he came up to the desk. Kindly staring at her as she had gained a quizzical look. "What's that look for?" She slurred and tilted her head.

"My pay..." He said and lightly outstretched his hand. "Pay?? Wat? I don't remember..... having to uh....... pay ya......" She said and scratched her head. Making Aiden let out a groan before letting out a long breath. "I don't understand how you're my boss half the time.." He said before looking towards the opening door.

A taller man who was wearing a similar suit walked in. Holding a bag as he quickly adjusted his glasses. "Winthrop I'm so sorry! I thought I hid the alcohol better.." He said apologetically and slumped his shoulders. "Better than her gambling my earnings away like the last time.. and the time before that." he said as he smacked his face. Stepping away from his drunken boss as she looked by Aiden. "Jaxie!! You're backkkk!"

"See why you should learn to hide stuff better... Jaxie?" Aiden said with a smirk visible on his face. Snorting a bit as the other man's cheeks had turned pink. "Alright alright I get it! Don't start with the damn name-calling!" He said in a flustered rant as he tossed him the money. Huffing lightly before shooting a gaze towards Aiden. "I'll keep an eye on her... just go home.... we'll call if you're needed again..." He said and lightly bowed. Still looking somewhat flustered before stepping out of his way. "Fine by me." Aiden said and shrugged. Reaching up towards the taller ones head and patting it.

"Hey! Who said you could--."

"Ah shush and be grateful..." He said and rolled his eyes once again. Then fully walking off as he held the bag in one hand.

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Upon getting to his apartment, Aiden went on and pulled out his phone. Having several missed calls from Jaxson as he blinked. 'I can't even be home for ten seconds without him calling me...' He thought and closed his eyes with a kindly irritated expression plastered across his face. Then pressing on one to call him back as he had started wondering what was going on now.

"Aiden! I'm sorry to bother you again, but! We have news for you." He said as Aiden didn't say a word. "There's been a request sent out and you're the only one who can do it. We need you back here right away...!"

"Okay... well what am I even going to be doing..."

"I can't say right now or I know you're going to decline. Just get over here!"

"I'll do it tomorrow..." He said more than bluntly as he sighed. "Goodnight Jaxson."

"Hang on hang on! Winthrop--" Before he could even finish, Aiden had already hung up the phone. Him groaning as he set the object on the kitchen table. 'Can't a guy get a decent explanation for anything!?' He thought and gazed down at the floor. Running his hand through his hair as he slipped his Blazer off.

'Guess I'll just have to see tomorrow... cause there's no way in hell I'm going back out there tonight..'