6:00 PM (GMT8)
A mission like this, had all the same patterns of so many before. Dealing with a large scale organization, gang, affiliation with monsters who scammed others out of their money. Or in her area, killed innocent lives, ruined families. She had taken down countless other gangs, mafia organizations that scratched their names into the sidewalks lively people walked on. Yet this one was different in one big way.
The cartel was named after a dead woman's alias; Her mother's criminal tag. Lily, had gone by many names throughout the public eye when causing terror with her father. The one name however that truly stuck, was 'Whisper'. A conjoined alliance with her father's, 'Shadow.' Two people whose faces never brisked the light of the public's eyes, yet had children and their parents cowering under the sheets of their beds. Making sure all of the doors were locked, and sound was heard. No sound was the worst when it came to those two. A cartel with the criminal alias of her mother had caught her eye, and perhaps that was what it was meant to do. Draw Amelia in for an unknown purpose.
Amelia had no issue with shutting down another cartel, as the car continued to push its way down the street. Filled with the agents she trusted the most for the mission; Agent Wilson and Agent Lanton. Dressed to impress, materials that were different from their normal style. Ellis had on a black dress, with spaghetti straps. Hugging her curves in all the right ways, coming down to the mid-thigh. Her bright red hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her face adorned with makeup that would catch any person's eyes. Dark maroon lipstick, eyeliner and smokey eye shadow, eyelashes, and contoured features. Her ensemble was topped off with black heels, and a hand bag held in her small hands. Beth followed suit with her outfit, sporting a black tight dress. However, her makeup was more natural to compliment the outfit she wore. The heels slipped onto her feet were a dark red, contrasting to her bright blue hair waved down her back. Both women looked different from their daily routine, which Amelia had decided she needed to go the extra mile.
People knew who Amelia was, her name and face was plastered together. Criminals knew when she would approach, and what to look for regarding appearance. So she made sure to make herself unrecognizable. Her head covered with authentic blonde strands, trailing down her back; Straightened to the fullest extent. Her tan skin was covered with a large amount of makeup, uncommon for Amelia. The plump lips under her nose covered in gloss, cheeks flushed with shades of pink, her nose and cheeks contoured to look smaller. Her emerald eyes covered by contacts, to a lighter shade of green. All the while fake eyelashes sweep over her eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows over them. Her outfit was a long and skin tight brown dress, almost see through. Amelia's figure was hourglass in nature, and the dress clinging to her skin showed off her curves just right. The dress covered her arms off her shoulders, to her hands. The top of the outfit, glistening diamond earrings dangle from her ears. All three women looked the opposite of themselves.
Amelia leans down, fixing the buckles on her black strappy heels over her foot. Feeling the car's motion slow to a halt. She looks up, to the direction of the driver.
"Boss, I know our plan is already established but are you sure this is safe?" Amelia's eyes flicker to the voice, Beth's proud tone. She leans back into her seat, placing her hands on either side of her seat.
"We infiltrate the club, and get invited within the VIP area. With at least one of us within the small quarters, they will be able to assess the inner workings and amount of men within the area." Her fingers tap against the leather sheets, "While the other two scope out the members within the club itself, you call backup on standby when I give you the signal."
Ellis nods at Amelia's directions, "You've got it boss, don't worry. The plan will go smoothly under your direction."
Amelia's head turns to Ellis, giving her a nod back in response. "I will make sure to go into the V.I.P area, I must go alone. If we try to force more than one of us in, it will look suspicious. Flirt with the crowd, get them cozy with you. Just make sure you do not blow your cover." As soon as Amelia finished her words, the car came to a slowing halt.
The two agents nod their heads, agreeing to the plan as Amelia begins to move from her seat. Opening the door, she swings it open and quickly steps out onto the sidewalk. Beth and Elils follow suit, one of them shutting the door behind them. As fast as the car had pulled into the club's entrance, it began to pull away. Leaving the three trained women to begin their mission.
Brightened letters posted above the building were a clear indication of where the club was located. The shades of red, black, and white buzzed together in a disorderly fashion as if it had not been fixed in years. An older brick building, with a red carpet through the mouth of the entrance. Dividers of gold and silver hold off the guests standing in a long line to enter the place. The sound of loud music could be heard blasting from outside of the club itself, while body guards posted outside in their flashy sunglasses paired with tight suits. The place looked like a complete dump. Something about it had already striked Amelia as off, just by its appearance alone.
She analyzed the outside area on its own. Guards checking IDS outside of the door, a long line of men and women waiting to get in. Waiting in the line like everyone else would take them ages to get within the club, they needed an easy entrance.Those who were younger tried seduction tactics, and in seconds were turned away from the door. So the front entrance was too simple. Amelia looks back at the two agents, signaling her head to the side of the building. Quickly heels click against the sidewalk, moving with quickness to not be seen.
At the side of the building, was a dark alleyway. Dimly lit by hanging lights: Flickering sporadically over a metal door. The side door catches her eye, looking back at the agents shuffled next to one another.
Amelia's eyes darted to Beth. "Wilson, I need you to pick the lock. It's a simple metal door, it should be able to open with a slight push." The blue haired woman nods, quickly shuffling in front of her door to the metal door.
Crotched down, the younger female pulls a pin from her hair. Within moments, the door handle is pushed down with the door creaking open. Just with the simple slit, loud music can be heard. Beth stands in place, Amelia and Ellis coming next to her.
"Great work, once we're inside: Separate. Agent Lanton, place yourself on the dance floor. Agent Wilson, near the entrance, I'll sit myself by the bar." Her emerald eyes look between the two. "If anything goes aerie, you know the single. Arms stretched over your head, understood?"
"Understood," The two reply as Amelia quickly pushes the door open.
Into the club, blasted popular music and strobe lights that could cause anyone to go blind. The DJ blasting music in front of the dance floor, which changed colors as bodies swarmed over it. The bar was flooded with people sitting in any chairs they could place themselves in, drinking to their heart's content. Dozens of bodies dancing together, barely any space between to breathe. It almost sickened her, to see young women dancing against much older men. They had no respect for themselves, any woman could survive without the help of a devious man.
The place was most certainly packed beyond capacity, but they would not stop Amelia from analyzing each and every area. Emerald eyes scanning for her target, for the man running the entire operation. It would be hard at first to spot such a man within the crowd, however her eyes were impeccably trained for this sort of scenario.
Her eyes stop at the V.I.P section. Powerful men adorned by young women on their arms. Giggling, touching all over their biceps and thighs. To get attention, and free drinks no doubt, However, that was not what caught her attention in the slightest. That part of the club, was filled with the men under her target. Dressed in black clothing, buttons hung off to show their chest. Jewels on their fingers and necks, they showed the cliche picture of powerful men. Within the center of them: Ricardo Lonade. Sat around his most powerful staff, living lavish in his own kingdom.
Little did he know, his demise had walked into the side door.
Amelia watches as the man's lips move, talking to one of his men; before quickly getting up from his seat. The sudden motion change, pulls Amelia into focus. Quickly moving through the crowd to make her way to the bar, and setting herself down in an empty seat. She cups her hand under her chin, leaning forward as the bartender makes drinks for others in front of her.
"What can I get ya pretty lady?" The man calls out to her, her lips curling into a light hearted smirk. "A scotch on the rocks, shaken not stirred." She replies, watching as the man got to work on her drink. If only she was here for simple pleasure, it had been far too long since she had been in a bar. The lack of relaxation in her life, started once drinking become nonexistence,
The bartender puts her drink down in front of her, whipping his towel over his shoulder. "5.65 ma'am." Amelia nods, quickly going into her purse to grab her wallet.
"She isn't gonna pay, put it on my tab." Amelia's ears perk up, the sound of the voice all too familiar. Her smile had to be hidden, in this moment she was absolutely thrilled within. When she looks up, her eyes meet with those of chocolate swirls. Richard Lonade, hand placed onto the bar counter. Looking her up and down, before his head turns back to the bartender. "And, bring some shots. You know my usual." It was clear by his tone, he had done this sort of thing before.
Amelia tilts her head to the side, "Oh? You're buying me shots, and paying for my drink?" Her tone is light, as the curls of her smile continue. It was too entertaining to have this man in the palm of her hand. Amelia didn't think her work was cut out of her just yet, things were going too smoothly not to feel joyous. He was powerful, but she knew her power was held far greater than he could ever imagine.
In his mind, she was a helpless young woman who wanted to be dominated, paid for, and shown the expensive things in life. Meanwhile, she already had all of those things from her own hard work. Ricardo's expression gives an amused reaction, leaning closer to her. "A pretty lady shouldn't be paying for her own drinks. Not in my club, pretty ladies like you get all the free drinks I have to offer." It was obvious he was trying to get something sexual out of her, so she would play along. Placing her small hand on his forearm, in which the disgusting smirk on his lips. Giving him a view of her chest all the while, she knew he would stare eventually.
"What can I do to pay you back? I know that even if the drinks are free, your time isn't." Amelia leans closer to him, rubbing her fingers lightly against the nerves of his skin. Without any sort of physical touch, he would see through her act immediately. Her emerald hues rounded with a doe stare, helpless and weak. The perfect prey for a man like Lonade.
"Smart and pretty, aren't you?" He chuckles, his head turning back to the bartender as he places the shots and her drink down in front of the two. Quickly he takes the glass into his hand, head movement for her to follow suit. Amelia does so, taking the shot glass of unknown contents in her grasp.
With one swift motion, both drink back their shots. Lightly groaning before both glasses were placed back down again. Amelia was determined to appease the ego of this man, even if it took multiple drinks to break through the surface.
His fingers push against the glass of her scotch, moving it in front of her. "You look like you can handle your alcohol, huh? I like a woman who can handle a bit of hard drinking." His dark chuckle erupts from his throat, raspy and hoarse. She laughs back, taking the glass in her small hand. Quickly taking a sip, eyes never leaving his. "What's your name, vixen?" He finishes, leaning towards her with a hand cupped under his chin.
"Maria, Maria Santial." Amelia purrs back, crossing her legs over one another. She didn't even have to try to push her features in front of his eyes: he was already completely entranced. Brown eyes scanning from her bare legs, her small waist, large chest barely able to sit in her dress, and back to the flawless features of her face. A young woman like her, disguised or not, knew she was attractive. That was always going to be something she used to her advantage. "What about you, stud?"
The compliment seems to please him, as his smirk turns into an overconfident smile. "Ricardo Lonade, you already know I own this club. Everyone here knows me, but you're a fresh face." He muses, tapping his fingers against the wooden counter. "Why don't you let me show you how much I can do for you, Maria?"
Amelia could have jumped for joy at his words: She had him right where she wanted him. Thinking that he was going to get some sort of sexual favors from her, letting his guard down for simple pleasure.Men within the mafia all seemed to think this way. Connecting their power, money, and position to reel in struggling women for an easy ticket to survive. It was sickening, it was wrong.
Plump lips pull into a smile, tracing her index finger on the edges of the glass. "I would be honored, Mr. Lonade. I feel so special with your generous offer." This was her element, and every moment that passed by she knew it would lead to the shut down of his entire organization.
"Well then," He huffs, getting up from his seat, taking her hand from her glass and into his own. Pulling her with a quick force from her stool and onto her feet. Heels click onto the floor, dress riding up her legs in front of him. Pushing the little strands of her wig back behind her ears. "Come with me, Maria." He cooes, turning in the other direction.
Ricardo doesn't even wait for a response from her lips, before she is being pulled through the crowd of dancing bodies. Amelia peers back through the crowd for one of her agents. Spotting Beth, she gives her a nod of confirmation: She was in. The other woman nods, going back to dancing within the crowd to blend in. It wasn't long before he had led her out of the crowd, and to a blocked off area. Two larger men stood before her, behind them a velvet rope. Classic scenario: Body guards, blocked off vip section, and easy entrance for beautiful women. Stopping at the entrance, Ricardo signals for the men to move out of his way. Unlinking the rope from its post, the men open the pathway for them to enter. He tugs on her hand, quickly pulling her in and the entrance closing behind them.