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Adam, despite him making fun of the Handler mere moments ago for mentioning it as an option, is the first one to propose to go there.
"Look. You said you go there regularly and to be quite honest, that's a bad thing when you're dealing with sensitive documents, no?" Adam points out the obvious flaw in what the Handler has been doing.
The Handler tries to fight back but he immediately loses all of his bravado once he takes time to process what Adam said. "I suppose so. I always assumed people would be too distracted by the T&A to care about what I was doing."
"Sex does sell." Alexis shrugs with a mixture of disinterest and pity for the Handler. "But no one stands out more than two men NOT paying attention to the half naked women."
"Hey, Adam boy! I didn't know you had actual balls! Thought you F-Corp types were too busy wanting to fuck food instead of hot CHICKS!"
Adam squints at Frank. "I'm just doing it for the mission." <<span class="mu-b">"At least they won't be covered in blood like the last woman I saw half naked."</span>> "Though I suppose that too is a benefit." <<span class="mu-b">"...I mean. Not like that last time was too bad."</span>>
Eh, you're not going to get onto him about it. He stapled your body back together for free after all and on pretty short notice.
You and your two other allies really couldn't care less about the 'gentleman's club'. Benedict is too unstable to really care about anything but Adam and cooking, you're a woman, and Maruyama just doesn't seem into the idea period.
"Let's get going then. Got any advice that isn't boyish nonsense, Frank?"
Frank obnoxiously rolls his eyes at your comment. "Look out for anyone who isn't ogling at the tits. They're probably there for another reason. And I wouldn't look anyone in the eye, they're twitchy." Fair enough piece of advice you suppose.
With nothing else to really discuss here, your group exits the conference room before quickly exiting the office all together. You follow after the Handler since he knows where the club is. It doesn't take long for the idyllic beaches and well maintained buildings to quickly be awashed with crumbling abandoned offices and grimy, ash and oil-slick streets.
You're in the bad side of town and it's obvious none of you (except maybe Frank) belong here. The people you walk past are either gaunt and pasty wretches flicking away at needles, towering piles of muscles with tattoos covering their body, or women wearing only the most tacky and sexualized clothing you could imagine.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] It's uncommon to see a low income area like this connected to a far higher income area. Usually they're a lot more segregated.
Your thoughts are interrupted by hearing gunshots faintly in the distance. Best to get moving before you get involved in gang shit again.
Your group finally arrives at the club you were looking for and, by god, it's fucking tacky. Every single inch of the entrance is covered in bright neon pink signs that are desperately clinging to life.
