Obey the Omega - 04 — Club 19(2)

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From the outside it looked like a normal club. music spilled out into the street mixing with the humid night air.

insaid, the atmosphere seemed harmless— omegas chatting and laughing with friends, some dressed like carefree college students, others blending into the crowd as just another face in the night.

Kael crossed to the counter. He ordered a drink—

Bartender — what'll it be?

Kael Mirell(Omega)

Whiskey.

Kael Mirell(Omega)

** he pauses, and leans in**.…and a Slow Nightshade.

The bartender freezes. Eyes flick up to study him. An omega asking for that side of the club?

Rare

Bartender — **After a pause, he gave a small nod**

Prepared the drink, and slid it across the counter. Along with it came a small black card, hidden discreetly in his palm— not just a card, but a key.

Kael Mirell(Omega)

**Took both**the glass cool in one hand, the card pressing against his palm in the other.**

Kael Mirell(Omega)

**His gaze shifted to the far corner.**

Where a guard stood watching the crowd. the bartender gave a subtle signal.

And the guard stepped forward.

The guard says nothing; he simply leads Kael to a plain, unmarked door. The Kay slid into the lock with a quiet click.

The door opened onto a narrow hallway lined with closed doors.

The air here was heavier, quieter.

The guard stopped at one of the room, unlocked it, and held the door open.

Kael Mirell(Omega)

**Stepped inside**

The door closed behind him with a dull thus.

The room was small but furnished with luxury— a leather sofa, a low glass table, dim lighting that softened the edges of everything. He scanned the corners, then sat down on the sofa drink still in hand.

Two minutes later.

Kael rose from the sofa, slipping the black card into His pocket. He stepped out of the private room and walked down the quiet hallway, his steps measured. his mind fixed on the far end.

The door that led to the basement.

Guard

Where are you going?

Kael Mirell(Omega)

**He turned back to face the person**

Kael Mirell(Omega)

**Replied smoothly** Washroom

Kael Mirell(Omega)

**Holding up the black card**

The guard's eyes lingered on him for a beat.

Guard

**Then he jerked his chin to the right.** Washroom's this way.

Kael Mirell(Omega)

**He forced a polite nod**

As the guard led him to a narrow door. He stepped through and found a small, tiled washroom. Inside he chose one of the toilet stalls, locked it, and sat down.

His mind was replaying the overheard voices from before when another sound broke through. Faint, muffled, but close.

Two man were taking somewhere just beyond the door.