Ashton froze with surprise at this new information. It seemed as if the SWAT 
team has decided to pay the group a little visit. Who knew the federal government was going to take this much action so soon. The natives and terrorists yes, but he guessed the government was just as bad. That is, if this anonymous tip was of any use. Or even real. But at this point, they had no choice but to believe it, as the alternative was just not an option in case it was true. Taking on a full SWAT team was not a smart idea for anyone.

"Oh for the love of god please don't call us the V-Club. We are not some superhero group. Besides, I lost my card club awhile ago. So if you guys don't mind, I'd love to get this show on the road sooner than expected." 

Ashton clutched his five-seven in his suit jacket, pulling it out and putting the silencer on the barrel. He had a few extra clips in his jacket, but he didn't plan to shoot unless he had to. Fully opening the door that Jennifer peeked through, the businessman waved with his gun for the group to follow him. 

Making his way to the front, he kept his hand on his gun but concealed by the flap of his jacket as he navigated through the busy club. He figured going through the dance floor would help them blend in a bit. They wouldn't be expecting them to waltz out the front door right? And there would be lots of people around for cover.

"Come on, we're almost to the front."