[sub][sub][i][h3]Vivian Hong | Regalia; Safehouse[/h3][/i][/sub][/sub][hr]
No one would have guessed that Vivian had just taken down a few muscle-heads except for the few beads of sweat that were hanging out around her hairline, which she promptly swiped off with the back of her wrist as the last of their predators fell from an upwards open-palm strike to the chin with the same hand. A gust of air burst through her lips as she rolled her eyes around the room, making sure that all the suits were down and staying down. It would have been a funny sight to a bystander; all these grown men laying in heaps on a dirty dance floor as strobe lights and bounce music buzzed around their unconscious bodies. Vee snorted inwardly at her joke, kicking one of the men's shins with her boot as she made her way back to Quinn, who was catching his breath at the bar after losing yet another of their games.

She didn't say a thing to brag about yet another victory, but her smug expression probably told him whatever it was she would have said. Grabbing her leather jacket and holster and donning both on as she idly moved back among the uniforms, she nodded her head in agreement to his statement. "Right, right," she muttered, following him out of the club while also pulling her own phone out from her pocket. 

[right][i][color=#CCC189][sup]Vivian Hong -> Lex Mason[/sup]
Sorry for the late reply. 
You'll get a text from Gyles in a minute, 
but we're meeting at the safe house. 
Heading there now. 
Hope you're OK.[/color][/i][/right]
Send the text. 
Start the car. 
Glasses on. 
The sooner they got to the safe house, the sooner Vee would be reunited with her pretzels.

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The BMW slid to a stop in front of a run down, relatively small cement warehouse, where it was put into park and turned off. Set in the middle of the quasi-abandoned industrial area of Regalia, it served as the safe house for their crew. Vee and Quinn made their way into the building, which was basically a labyrinth of large metal crates that were stacked on top of each other, tall enough that most were pressed against the ceiling. Only those in the know would be able to navigate their way through the maze to the service elevator built into one of the red containers in the back-left, and it took the twosome just a few minutes before they found it. Both presented their eyeballs to a scanning pad that unfolded itself from the red-painted metal, and after they'd been ID'd by the security program, stepped into the spacious lift that opened up, waiting to take them underground to their actual destination.

There was a [i]ding[/i] that preceded the opening of the doors, and the pair stepped out of the elevator to a very sleek, very upscale living area of sorts: a minimalistic color palette colored this huge, open and pleasantly lit area, in the middle of which was a circular indent in the floor whose lining served as a couch. There were also randomly scattered chairs around the floor from the last time they'd been in the space. On either side of the room were hallways that led to bedrooms, bathrooms, and a room that functioned as the crew's personal artillery.

Along the wall opposite of the elevator was a fully stocked kitchen area, towards which Vivian made a beeline.

"That was shitty, wasn't it?" The two hadn't spoken much during the car ride; She was too busy enthusiastically singing along to an Alanis Morissette CD she'd had in her car. There was always leftover adrenaline that fizzed around within her after encounters like the one in the club, and Quinn just so happened to be with her for this time's outing.

Finally finding her stash of chocolate pretzels in one of the cabinets, she swung around, and after also grabbing a can of orange soda, sauntered back to the middle of the room and down the few stairs into the couch-area. She placed the can and bag of pretzels on the thick glass coffee table before slipping out of her jacket, tossing it on the cushion, and plopping down next to it. Pushing her specs up the bridge of her nose, she snatched her snacks from the table and replaced them with her booted feet. She tore open the bag and tossed a few pretzels into her mouth before her demeanor flickered slightly. 

"Do you think everyone is alright?" she wondered aloud, though she knew his answer would probably be that they'd know soon enough. Vivian wiggled her phone out from her back pocket and checked to see if Lex had responded yet, or if anyone else had reached out to her. But seeing nothing, she put it aside with the sound on and returned to splitting her attention between Gyles and her pretzels.