章節 50: An Unconventional Job
Sounds of tightening belts were heard from the couch as Luca was mounting his leg on its side. He was fastening utility packs on him as he would be engaging in what could, otherwise, be a dangerous one.
He had retrieved a lot of weapons from the witch armory the SCC New York branch had, and he was planning to make sure he could give full support to Noah. Even if the man had eight hellhounds, he was sure he could do something they could not.
He then started slipping the guns in each holster. He felt Noah walked behind him, and so he spoke without looking. "Are you ready?"
"Almost," Noah answered as he walked around the room as if testing the shoes he had on. It's just that the sound of his shoes piqued Luca's attention.
"Noah, why are you…?" Bang! Luca dropped the gun he was holding.
"Hm? Am I trying too hard?"
Noah wasn't just shopping for food at that time. He also bought a lot of things when he was on his way home. Right now, he was testing a new pair of shoes, but they seemed to be too quiet for the effect he wanted. Perhaps because the floor wasn't of top quality.
However, what took Luca's eyes out of their sockets were his clothes. Noah was clad in a gray mesh shirt that gave a good look at his skin while not actually hiding the straps he wore underneath. Even the sleek tight-fitting pants weren't asking anyone to imagine anymore.
"Why are you going in that?!" Luca almost jumped and even stumbled as he rushed to Noah's side. He grabbed the other's arm and took another look at Noah in case he was just seeing things. "Wa-wa-why are you wearing something like that?!"
"Are they too much?" Noah looked at himself. He was a little relieved he didn't look very strange.
"Of course, they are! You're not going to sell yourself instead!" Luca grabbed his mouth when he realized he was yelling too much. He then cleared his throat. "I mean, you don't need to… wait a minute. What are you going to do there exactly?"
Luca just remembered that Noah was a top assassin, and he probably wouldn't put up unnecessary things on himself… especially attention. Unless he needed it.
With this in mind, Luca realized that something odd was going to happen.
A teasing smile then curled Noah's lips. "Well, I'm not going as a buyer for sure. I don't need to buy anything to confirm the seller anymore after all. What I needed to do is to get close to the target to get information.
"What do you think someone like him would be doing in a club?"
Luca's eyes flickered before he cussed under his breath. He then looked around and ran to the room like a hurricane coming from and then back to Noah's side. He took hold of Noah's hand and placed a pair of almost invisible earphones and its transceiver on his palm.
"I'm not letting you walk out of this room without those… and this." Luca raised his other hand which had a coat hanging from the arm.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to insist on going without them." Noah chuckled at the reaction he got from the other. He then lifted his hand with the earphones. "Do you mind?"
"I got those from SCC. I forgot to give them to you earlier, and I just remembered it now." Luca hung the coat on his shoulder before attaching the earphones on Noah, even working on connecting it with a hidden patch that came with it.
"They probably won't be easy to see. Just need to press on the patch to send a feed to the connected watches… which is mine."
Noah then looked at Luca as the latter wandered where to hide the patch. It was actually easy if he could hide it inside Noah's shirt. Then again, Noah used a thumb to hook the front part of his pants to help him find a suitable location.
Luca blushed and looked at the other with a glare. "Are you kidding me?"
"No, last place to look in."
"You stick it."
"Boo." Noah laughed out while Luca massaged his forehead, the latter mumbling in a hiss under his breath.
After a while, they continued preparing on their own. Noah was clad in a thick coat, double-breasted buttons hiding what he wore underneath. Luca was pretty much wearing the same coat to hide the guns he had on him.
It was almost ten when the motorbike revved and phased through the shadows.
…
The 'Seclusion' was quite a famous place. Many cars kept on coming to its drive-thru entrance, most not even coming back out. Luca and Noah split for their own posts, the bike staying with Luca. Noah walked towards the back entrance and presented his ID to the bouncer waiting outside.
Seeing the way Noah covered himself, the guard even though he was very suspicious. With the ID of a newbie on the guard's hand, he continued to check out Noah. "You're new here, right?"
"Yes." Noah acted like he was a nervous employee on his first day. His eyes kept on looking around and wouldn't keep eye contact. His hands were also inside the pocket and only left when he took out the ID given to him.
"Oh, then prepare to be devoured. Don't come out crying. You chose to be here." The guard chuckled as he gave back the ID and let Noah in. However, the guard reached out to grab Noah's ass. "You'll do just fine."
Keeping to himself, Noah only nodded and left.
The back area of the club was as complicated as other clubs. Some people keep on running around while a dressing room was allotted for both males and females. However, those who needed to sit there were the ones who had to be backstage.
Noah applied for a table server so he didn't have to go in there.
Walking to the kitchen area, he saw that most servers were just like the picture he wanted to paint on himself. Those who were just here for a job and would probably pick another one if they had a chance. Only a few enjoyed the work and the benefits that came from pleasing the wealthiest among the city.
"Hey, new guy."
Noah turned and saw a man who walked up to him. He looked like a manager, but the casual vibe seemed to be too friendly. The man then smiled at him. "I'm Carlos. Let me walk you through the process."
It was a normal orientation but for an unconventional job. Servers were in charge of accompanying VIPs or sitting on vacant tables to attract anyone who wanted to sit with them.
The goal was to make the customers spend more than they should while enjoying the club services. One of those was actually serving the server's body for the customer to touch.
Most expensive service, but the most availed.
Servers charge for every fifteen minutes which was more likely one glass. So for every glass they sold, they could put themselves on the tray as well. That was the basic rundown of what happened in Seclusion nightly.
"That being said… I can assign you to a table for now… but you might have to lose the coat." Carlos reached out to claim the coat, and Noah obliged. It's just that Carlos's eyes twinkled as he gave Noah a once-over. "My, my, you came prepared. Come with me, I'll see which ones are unoccupied."
It was a little inevitable that Noah was pulling eyes onto him. His ensemble was reflecting the neon lights, and he was letting the blue tips on his hair show. His eyes wouldn't glow, but it was already electric as they were.
He sat down on the table he was supposed to wait and started drinking the complimentary drink given to him. Based on their rules, he had to attract a customer in more or less fifteen minutes so he didn't have to pay for one.
Unless he wanted to drink to have alcohol diluted in water, he had to be fast.
However, the club could only be so big. From where Noah sat, he could see a lounge that was concealed by pearl curtains.
People were inside, and it seemed that a man was beaten up. His cries were drowned by the loud music and the loud hollers of those who were watching the strippers.
The target was then confirmed to be inside as he showed up and picked the beaten man up by the hair. Smash! Smash! He was banging the head against the floor.
"Useless piece of shit!" Noah could faintly hear him yelling. "I said ten billion by today! You gave me less… and now I have to make do with the money and your worthless life!"
After a few rounds of smashing the man's head and kicking the body, the target just stood and panted in his spot. He was clearly in a very bad mood and had so much steam to blow off. By then, he felt like someone was gazing in his direction.
When he took a look outside the pearl curtain, no one seemed to be looking at their direction. However, he spotted a particularly enticing young man with blue hair tips.
Just as he was about to leave Noah's image, the latter turned to meet his gaze. Noah then looked away and nervously drank his alcohol.
The target then gestured to a manager hidden in the room. "Who's that? I've never seen him before."
"That's a newbie. Would you like to call him?"
"Hehe, the lion's very hungry. Might as well eat something that wants to get eaten." The target licked his upper teeth. "Nervous sheep is my favorite."
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