>>19000826That night the dancefloor of Club Xtacy was filled with people dressed up. Though perhaps not in the way that Cassie could appreciate, with a lionshare of the participants dressed in near identical copies of one of Cassie's hated foes. Steeli Yastuffi.
As Cassie made her way into the club, the music seemed to stop, with everyone dressed like Steeli making eye contact with Cassie, folllowing her movements.
Was the real Steeli among them, who could know, perhaps she was even surveiling the area through a cameras, or sneaking through Cassie's storage area, perhaps setting fire to the new batch of Obsidian Rush, stealing the formula.
