The interior of the club was simple, it looked larger than it seemed from the outside. A large bar sat in the middle room, surrounded by booths and tables. To the right of the entrance was the dance floor, which was sparsely filled. Six figures grooving to the music, with a DJ in the corner going over music. To the left was a door, that said "employees only", a single, very large man standing in front of it, arms crossed, eyes forward. Carson looked at Trixy, as he formulated a plan.

"Sure, mademoiselle, it'll give us time to observe the place." He replied with a smile, nodding at Mikael and David. "You two, maybe go to the bar, get some information, find where the owner is, we know for a fact he's in here somwhere." Carson stated, quietly, but loud enough so his teammates heard but not the guard near the door.

Carson lead Trixy to the dance floor, then began to move to the music, thumping along to it. He tried not to draw too much attention to himself, partly due to the mission, partly because of all the weapons he had on him and partly because he was a terrible dancer. Still, he moved to the music, looking at Trixy, but his eyes ready to shift in case of any developments involving the mission.