[u]"You remember your mission, correct Nick?"[/u] a crackled voice asked from the opposite end of a cell phone. Nick stood in the street, a little distance away from the Nexus club.
[b]"Yeah, I remember. Get in, scope the defences, take cover and watch the fireworks. Not hard to remember, boss..."[/b] Nick replied, a slight look of distain on his face towards his current mission. Apparently he was too valuable a resource in the military to lose. The Cyo-gene couldn't have been THAT rare, so why the hell were they making such a fuss.
[u]"That's good. We don't want you getting caught up in the eradication."[/u] the voice noted with a proud tone. With that, the call ended and Nick went about his duty; heading towards the club to begin his "inspection".

As he approached the front of the club, there was no one around other than a couple guards. The inside was pretty loud, which kinda gave away the whole club part of it. Nick walked up, nodded to a couple of guards - who gave him rather skeptical looks - and headed inside. So somewhere around here was some Intel of some plans or something, or at least that was what his commanding officer had told him. Entering, he not ied immediately how fucking loud it was. The dj seemed a little too into what he was doing and all the sounds just mixed into a dull, loud and annoying wash of vibrations. He headed up to the bar and ordered himself a drink, making sure to note how many people around him had weapons. Apparently the Nexus were at least some what prepared for an attack. It definitely looked to be a good fireworks display and old Hollywood movie mixed into one. 

Hish phone buzzed at she stood, drinking the beverage he had purchased. A message from his higher up, telling him some random dribble that he could probably ignore. He flipped out his phone to check, knowing that the guy would get majorly pissed off if he ignored him.
[u]Scout out their defences, then send them back to me. Make sure to let me know as soon as you're out.[/u] it read. Like he had expected, more useless information that he already knew. Sometimes he wondered why he stayed with the New Order if they were so redundant, but this wasn't the time to be questioning his loyalties. He got to shoot people and live at decent standards, even if he was treated as a criminal. He started scanning the area, taking note of a few notable people. A group in a stall seemed to be doing some kind of business where money was involved. He couldn't wait to steal the thick looking paper bag of money off of her corpse once everything was over. Some more important people were mulling around the place, but generally all seemed to be in the same place. As well, some more guards were stationed by the back door. That didn't seem normal, at least not from a military standpoint. Why have guards stationed by the back door for an attack when the enemy will be coming from behind the door? Unless... They weren't preparing an attack, but were instead trying to keep people from going out. He quickly sent a message back to his commander.
[b]Might want to check out back entrance. Seems guarded, might be something to look at.[/b] with that, he flipped down his phone and downed the remainder of his drink. Hen he kept looking, ignoring the dark looks from the people around him. 

Unsurprisingly he fit in with the people of the club quite well. He was wearing his normal clothes, which were pretty casual considering his military rank. To his right his gun sat in a small leather holster of no notable design, and his knife sat tucked away in his back pocket away from prying eyes. In his jacket were multiple sets of grenades, all in small pockets created specially for him. Still observing the surroundings, he saw the more important looking people begin to join together and head over to the bar. They were all talking about something that Nick couldn't hear, and he couldn't risk getting any closer for fear of suspicion. Looked like it was back to scouting.