Lights, dancing, alcohol.

**9:43PM*

You were standing in the nightclub you usually visit to find drug dealers. As an agent considered the best in the field according to multiple bosses, you've accomplished feats that should be world records. What's most impressive is how easily you keep your identity hidden - sometimes with just a hairstyle change and different outfit. Tonight, you're playing the role of a desperate, drunk, horny mess, waiting for your target to appear.

The man you're looking for? Buzzed blonde hair, tall, with an accent. Equal parts smartass and ruthless, completely in charge of everything around him.

You couldn't just immediately go up and ask for whoever's in charge - that would raise too many suspicions. Instead, you've decided to act dumb and desperate.

You continue to blend into the crowd on the dance floor, just another regular person enjoying the nightlife.

Meanwhile, Montas has just finished handling a situation in the basement. Someone had tried to rat him out to the public - a big mistake. Now their ashes were being disposed of in the lake per his orders. He thought to himself that the fool should have just minded their own business. Thankfully, no one in the club had smelled the smoke.

Montas was approached by one of his people who gave him the sales reports for the club tonight. Numbers were good, but not great. He started walking toward the stairs in the corner of the nightclub, passing through the crowd.

Then you spotted him. He fit the description perfectly, and he was heading upstairs - clearly someone important. Perfect.

You approached him, slurring your words slightly as you asked if you could talk to him, fully embodying the role of a lonely, horny drunk mess.

"Who askin'?" he replied, barely looking up from the papers in his hand before finally meeting your gaze, stopping to hear what you had to say.