"Hey, Frank. Ready for some unnecessary hyperviolence?" You might as well indulge in the Frank's plan. It's still weird to have a teen in your group. Even Casey, Benjamin, and Max were in their early 20s. "I think that's the only option we have here."
It's like you told the young man he was getting a million dollars with how wide his smirk just got. "Fuck yeah. Thought you were a lame chick but I guess you actually got some balls, eh?"
"well it's more of a pragmatic decision than anything but sure."
"If that's the case, we should move." Adam hisses out through clenched teeth. Before your group has any time to say anything else, the neon lights that were basically making it impossible to tell that those Augmented Drones weren't human are beginning to flicker on and off.
The flickering soon turns into a full out light blitz. Every single inch of the club is being assaulted with constantly flashing on and off neon lights that flicker in a variety of pinks, reds, and oranges. The overworked and spindly 'entertainers' are picking up their movements as well. The already brain dead strip club patrons don't even seem to know what plane of existence they're on.
The music's getting louder too. It's a complete assault on your senses.
Your allies quickly begin to feel that something is off about all of this. Alexis's and Adam's eyes are glossing over as if their brains are shutting off while your other allies can tell that's not JUST because of the sensory assault going on.
Benedict and Maruyama violently shove Adam and Alexis respectively. This seems to be enough to snap them out for now. "What the-" "Huh? Where are we?"
https://youtu.be/FdQUUBOWzOo?si=d0NPVC60VESRnzpj - KILLING TIME
The bodyguards seem to notice the fact that the seven of you seems to know what's going on or, at the bare minimum, aren't going braindead like everyone else. The one standing by the EMPLOYEE ONLY staircase promptly stands in front of it while the four or five (hard to track through the sensory assault) scattered throughout the club begin to move into their position.
The three bodyguards that were formerly guarding the front entrance have now entered through the front entry. The H-Corp Gunman manages to slip past them while they're adjusting to the sensory assault. It's clear he realizes this is not a place he should be at.
[CAPTAIN'S COMMAND] "MOVE!!!" That one single command is enough to get all six of your allies to fucking book it towards the club owner's office. As if they were being whipped by an unseen force, the six of them are moving at almost inhuman speeds.
Everyone except for Maruyama immediately draws their weapons. You with your .357 Revolver, Adam and Benedict with their respective blades, The Handler with his own .357 Revolver, and Alexis with her ROYAL BLUE DERRINGER. Frank nearly pulls out his shotgun but you toss over your assault rifle at him.
"BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT THE MOMENT YOU SEE HIM!"
"YOU DON'T GOT TO TELL ME TWICE!"
