The nightclub was simply [i]electric[/i].  Music bombarded undulating shapes that appeared grotesque in the changing lights- dancing an ancient forbidden ritual to the gods of sex and greed.  Colors of the rainbow beamed about the dance floor as the dj commanded the crowd like a priest in the pulpit.  They prayed, they worshiped, they sinned.  Their tithes were passed to drug dealers for little miracles that came in white packages, miracles they snorted and placed under their tongues.  Their moans were pure rapture, and in the midst of it all they lived more than they ever could trapped in their office cages during the day, or in their shabby personas constructed for the amusement or the benefit of meaningless, faceless social constructs.  They lived and died on the floor, in the euphoria that Prophet provided.  

Prophet hated them all. 

	He sat on a couch with three women laid across him.  Body parts at odd angles like a jigsaw puzzle, the man simply could not look even the slightest bit amused at his success.  His sour demeanor was not like him- even the women currently dedicated to pleasing him shared nervous smiles with each other when they looked up from caressing him to his thunderheaded face. [color=8882be]"Jazz."[/color]  He spoke at a normal volume and his voice seemed to cut through the din of the club. 

	Immediately a tall, buxom black woman with obviously fake blond extensions was at his side.  [color=f6989d]"Baby?"[/color] Her voice was honey, as was her skin tone.  She was the type of beautiful painters tried to capture when thinking of the female form.  The type of beautiful designers call "plus size" because her curves don't fit easily in expensive dresses.  Everything about the woman, from her long luxurious lashes, to her tight [color=82ca9d]green[/color] catsuit was calculated.  Meant to drive a man wild.  Meant to eat at the hearts of the weak-willed.  Crafted and calculated to make men her pawns.  All men except Prophet.  

	[color=8882be]"I don't like the news today.  Send word to Jim.  The Conduit coming into the picture wasn't a mistake.  He needed to flex his muscles.  So, your job is to know why.  I want to meet. [/color]  The wheels turned over and over in the man's mind- why would the most powerful man in the city dispatch a ragtag gang himself?  Was it to remind everyone of his power?  If that was the case, he must have seen a reason to do so, which means he is in some way threatened, needing to show force to remind someone he still has it.  Who would be that stupid?  

	The woman nodded to him and waited.  She knew the man almost as well as he knew himself.  The three women writhing about his body paid them no mind.  Sure enough, after a few seconds of contemplation, he continued speaking: [color=8882be]The bank robber wasn't a gang. You know that, not many others do.  Find him.  If the rumors are true, we can use a man of such talents.  Chances are he's not involved with the late Sabre.  If he is, we'll make the appropriate apologies ourselves.  Get his description from.." [/color]

[color=f6989d]"He ain't no robber."[/color]  She might have been the only woman in the world who could interrupt him in his own nightclub without repercussion.  But it was because when she did it, it was valuable. 

Confusion flashed across the man's face.  [color=8882be]"Say that shit again?"[/color]  He shifted slightly and the women all got up in unison, and promptly went to find something else to do.  [color=8882be]"Nevermind.  So he doesn't want money.  That's even better.  He wants to send a message, but left no calling card.  Either he's an idiot or a genius.  That means the man's got balls.  I like it.  Send him an invitation to a club."[/color]  There were more things to talk about, but he was bored now.  Leaning backward he watched a couple of women dancing from across the room he hadn't seen and shook his head.  For a second, he missed his dog.  Life would be much easier sitting at home, earning some stupid paycheck stamped with someone else's signature on it.  Then again, death would be easier too, and Prophet was [i]alive.[/i]