03 — Club 19
The VIP lounge of club 19 smelled of expensive liquor and cigarette smoke. Blue neon light bled across the low glass table between two men— one in a sleek black suit.
the other wearing a leather jacket still damp from the night air.
Darius vellore(Alpha)
You're late.
Lucien Draavos(Alpha)
Cargo was.... delayed. Heat on the docks.
Darius vellore(Alpha)
I don't pay for excuses. I pay for results
Lucien Draavos(Alpha)
you'll get results.
Lucien Draavos(Alpha)
Four omegas, young perfect stock.
Darius vellore(Alpha)
Four?
Darius vellore(Alpha)
I ordered five.
Lucien Draavos(Alpha)
One died in transit. Not my fault.
Darius vellore(Alpha)
And the buyers?
Lucien Draavos(Alpha)
Ship leaves tomorrow. Across the border. No question asked.
Darius vellore(Alpha)
Payment?
Lucien Draavos(Alpha)
Half now, half when they're on the water.
Darius vellore(Alpha)
**Low chuckle** You know, you people bring me trouble.... but you bring me profit.
Lucien Draavos(Alpha)
Trouble's temporary. profits forever.
Darius vellore(Alpha)
See they're kept quiet until then. we didn't want heroes poking their noses.
(Cut to the Holding room)
The room was small, concrete, and heavy with the sour scent of fear. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting sickly light over the four people huddled inside.
Elian sat against the far wall. Knees drawn up, staring at the locked door.
“Do you think... anyone's coming?” one of the omega whispered.
Omega 2 — “No one knows we're here.”
Elian Morne(Omega)
**Quietly** Someone will come, I know it.
Omega-3 — “That's what they all say, **he muttered, eyes fixed on the floor.**
“Before....” The rest of the sentence was swallowed by the sound of heavy footsteps outside. Metal keys rattled, and the lock gave a sharp click.
A tall man stepped inside, his face hidden in shadow man.
???
**He jerks his chin at omega 1, omega 2, omega 3.**
They hesitate— but the guards pull them roughly into the hall.
???
**He steps closer to Elian**
You—
???
**Voice low and final** you're serving tonight's guest.
Kael stood in front of club 19, the neon sigh humming faintly above the entrance.
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