"OOOH Look at that baby!" Keagan squeals as he sees the coruscating building located not far from the Aston Martin he was in.
Tonight, Keagan has decided to foray into the most sophisticated club in City R. The club was a club where only the wealthy could afford. The building looks lavishing at the exterior. Iridescent lights at every corner, making it look like a galaxy of stars. Of course, the security wasn't taken lightly. The club is guarded by five intimidating and burly men.
"I can't wait to raid this gorgeous baby!" Keagan excitedly said. He immediately unfastened his seatbelt and reached for the car door.
"Hold on," Bob stopped him. "What now Bob? My adrenaline is pumping right now!" Keagan impatiently asked.
"You know what's the safe word?" Bob asked in a straight face. "Duhh! We've been through this before!" Keagan sniggered. "Tell me, then," Bob said as he leaned against the driver's seat.
"Scurry."
Bob nodded in approval and unlocked the doors. "Now you may go!"
Keagan literally leaped out of the car. Fred, who was sitting in the backseat, came out and stood behind Keagan with two silver Bauta Cera masks. "K, you'll need this," Fred said as he handed one mask to him.
"This is the best part of my escapade! I get to wear a masquerade mask!" Keagan whisper yelled. He took it from Fred's hands and hid it underneath his suit.
"Alright, let's-" Fred muttered.
"Shush!" Keagan cut in. "Can you hear that?" Keagan soughed.
Fred perked his ears to listen to whatever noise Keagan was talking about. But the only noise he could hear was the loud music booming from the club.
"You mean the music?" Fred asked.
"Bingo! And you know what music that is?" Keagan wiggled his eyebrows.
"I have no clue," Fred looked at Keagan, puzzled.
"It's my jam!!"
Keagan did the Moonwalk as he sang along;
I got a hangover, whoa!
I've been drinking too much for sure
I got a hangover, whoa!
I got an empty cup pour me some more
Keagan ended his mini performance with a 360° turn.
"You know, if i didn't know you better, I would think you escaped the mental asylum," Fred shook his head in disapproval.
Keagan didn't stop bobbing his head and snapping his fingers while moving from side to side.
"Let's rob this baby in style, Fred!" Keagan howled as he wore his mask effortlessly.
He walked to the front door of the club with a taser in his hand. Fred was behind him, with a gun stylishly placed at his waistband.
The five men who were guarding the club looked appalled. The men heading towards them are wearing a familiar signature mask.
The infamous K and his sidekick has arrived!
Without hesitation, all of them got into position. Like what you see in James Bond's movie. They had their guns pointing straight at both the men that are advancing. One of them even took out his walkie talkie to call for backup.
"Tsk, these so-called musclemen are only terrifying on the outside but are in fact real cowards," Keagan chortled.
Fred aimed his gun towards the walkie talkie and shot it off the man's hand, slightly grazing his hand. The man groaned in pain.
"Let's get this party started!" Keagan crowed.
He skillfully aimed his taser at one man at a time and sent electrical shocks into their body. They were strong enough to knock the men out, but not enough to kill them.
"Thank you for letting me in gentlemen," Keagan smirked as all five men dropped dramatically, one by one.
Walking in the club which had booming music that might have the potential to make any person's eardrums throb, the lights on the ceiling twinkled like stars during a meteor shower— the only difference is that they had a color of their own.
"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" Keagan yelled at the top of his lungs. His words were like a curse.
Why?
Because all the socialites in the club were sent screaming for dear life.
Keagan laughed heartily as he made his way to the bar.
"Give me a crate of your most expensive wine, buddy!" Keagan demanded from a trembling bartender.
The bartender stumbled as he rushed to the store behind him. Not long after, the bartender came out and handed out a crate of 1947 Chateau Cheval Blanc, fearfully.
"H-here y-you are. Please d-don't kill me!" The bartender softly pleaded.
"Hm, your club isn't as wealthy as I thought. This brand costs only about $305,000," Keagan glared at the bartender while playing with his taser between his fingers.
The bartender was sweating profusely.
"HAHAHA you are so adorable!" Keagan snickered. He snatched the crate roughly.
"Don't worry, buddy. I don't kill a person unless I have too," Keagan slyly remarked while winking.
He handed the crate to Fred before jumping onto the front of the bar.
"How are all of you embracing my presence?" Keagan asked loudly.
Unfortunately, the noise he was anticipating never occurred. No one dared to squeak.
"Tsk, all of you boring people! How did you find pleasure sucking up to your superiors and plotting evil plans behind them?" Keagan ridiculed.
Keagan scanned the area to observe their expressions. Terrified is an understatement.
His heart clenched a little, but he shrugged it off.
"Ooh you over there!" Keagan cried out while pointing his finger towards a quivering man.
"Be a dearie and play Hangover by Taio Cruz for me, would you?"
The man opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off by blaring sirens from outside.
"F*CK! WHICH BASTARD CALLED THE POLICE?" Keagan bellowed.
"K, I think we should go," Fred told him in a low yet urgent voice.
"LUCKY BASTARDS! DON'T THINK THIS IS THE END OF IT!" Keagan aggravated.
He jumped off the front of the bar.
"Scurry. We'll meet you at the back. Some stranger called the po-po," Keagan said into his earpiece.
He took Fred's gun and shot it into the air.
Once again, everyone screamed.
"Goodnight people! Sweet dreams!" Keagan guffawed.
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"Hmph, I didn't have enough fun!" Keagan cursed softly.