A wave of giddy excitement washed over Freyr as they approached a club called the Platinum Orbit. The Outremer Security Council delegate had elected not to come on this little escapade. However 595 had clearly been making some calls, because Masgard met them outside. He had dark bags under his eyes and was still dressed in his regular work suit, but Freyr thought he still looked very presentable indeed. 

Masgard blew out one more massive cloud of vapour through his nose before putting his stim-pen back into a jacket pocket. “Good evening, ladies…” He exchanged a kiss on each cheek with Freyr and 595. “...and gentlemen.” He bowed to, and then shook the hand of Ambassador Verengoning, before also shaking Vreta’s hand. “Thank you for the invitation.” Masgard said, looking between Kalax and 595. The Ambassador waved his hands in the air. “Think nothing of it! One can never have too many pulchritudinous lawyers hanging around. Come on everyone!” 

Despite her tipsiness, Freyr felt slightly self-conscious in the little black dress 595 and Kalax had persuaded her to wear, as they strolled past an impressive queue of people at the entrance. They went straight to the bouncers at the front, who waved them through after the Ambassador waved some kind of diplomatic passport at them.

They entered into a bustling lobby area that split off in three different directions. Kalax led them down a long, dimly lit corridor to a grand set of double doors. The doors opened as the group approached, and a [url=https://youtu.be/swUU0hsKF84?t=80]wall of noise[/url] hit them in the face as they entered a raised platform looking out over a cavernous club room. Freyr’s mouth dropped open and her eyes got lost in the panoply of holograms that danced across the walls and dancefloor. A strong hand grabbed hers and stopped her crashing into a robotic attendant offering them drinks from a tray.

Freyr grabbed one and took a sip, tasting grapefruit before 595 pulled her along. “Kalax is taking us to meet his friend, and then we must dance!” The agent shouted over the music, looking at each of the group in turn as they followed Kalax down a gently curving ramp. 595 nudged Vreta with her elbow. “What do you say, big guy? I bet you know some killer moves.” She winked. Freyr smiled, watching Vreta’s expression. She hoped they hadn’t just roped him into something he was wholly uncomfortable with. “We can just sit first, if you like, Vreta!” Freyr shouted.