2302 UNPC Universal Calendar

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Eirc “B7” Muller

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I sat tat the bar, using my contacts to watch the feed of the small camera I’d placed hours ago.

The target was still sitting in the private area on a couch that I wouldn’t dare sit on. There was a woman sitting on his lap, and a drink in his hand.

I flagged down the bartender.

“What can I get you?” She asked. As a member of this fine upstanding establishment, she wore a uniform of nothing but thigh high socks, and white slip on shoes. Her breasts and genitals were decorated with florescent paint of many colors made to pop by the black lights above.

Probably to distract you from the outrageous prices.

“A beer, cheap, please” I said, putting a black AMEX on the bartop. There were two sticky notes atop it. I peeled the top one off as she went to grab it.

She picked it up, and read what was on the sticky note.

The ink was very light, and nearly invisible. I saw her squint to make out the words, and after a moment she nodded very slowly at me.

The ink was extremely lightfast, and would deteriorate to invisibility under the UV light. Or, at least that’s what Anton had told me.

She walked away, and returned with a beer for me.

I sipped it, still watching the feed from the camera.

“This needs to happen quietly.”

“I understand ma’am, he’ll look like he had a heart attack.”

I watched the woman, who’s appearance was similar to the bartender as she was whisked away by security.

I took a swig from my atrociously bad beer, and stood.

I made my way through the crowd, keeping one eye on the camera feed as a song with a thumping base line and English vocals interspersed with Japanese boomed over the speakers.

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I watched the camera feed as the man was approached by another nearly nude florescent painted woman, and watched as he was escorted to a private dance room.

“I’m counting on you, Sarah.”

“Don’t worry about me. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

I hung back on the dance floor till I saw him and the woman pop up on the other camera feed.

I kept moving through the club, getting bumped left and right by strung out clubbers.

I slipped into a hallway, and moved along the back area of the club, moving along the wall.

I was on the cameras, but I didn't intend on sticking around. The UNPC would handle getting rid of my digital trace.

There were tables and chairs stacked up along the wall. I hid behind one while two females workers moved past.

I came out another door, nearer to the private dance area, and no one was the wiser.

I honestly felt bad for the women who worked there. Probably paid well, but I doubted many of them wanted to work there.

The private dance area was easy to manage. No security, and all of the curtains were closed.

“During this deployment, you’re a deniable asset to the coalition, if you two get caught, we can't help you.”

“So it’s politics then?”

“Yes child, politics.”

I found him, he was the creep who decided to feel up the nice woman who he assumed to be younger than himself, and make her come storming out of the private area on what he assumed was because of his actions.

“Meet you at the exfil” Sarah sent me in a text message that scrolled over the top of the overlay provided by my contacts.

I sent the short version of an affirmative in reply.

He was cussing and spitting insults when I ghosted into the room, which I knew were without cameras.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked loudly as I moved towards him.

I put my hand over his mouth, and punched him in the solar plexus, hard enough to knock the wind out f him, but not hard enough to bruise.

The wind went out of him, and I pushed him onto the chair.

I picked up his drink, which was still on the table next to him.

Cheap bastard, you carried it with you?

I put the dissolvable square into it, a motion with too much practice behind it, and poured it into his mouth. He sputtered and coughed as he struggled to swallow the olive whole.

I clapped my hand over his mouth, as he started to panic, the chemicals that made up the square inducing cardiac arrest.

I held my hand over his mouth, but let him breathe as the life went out of him. I made sure he was down for the count, and then left the room.

My identity would be swept by the UNPC, and I’d never hear about this deployment again. Well, at least hopefully.

I came out of the front door of the club, and met my ride a block away.

“Eric” The two women greeted me, one driving, and the other nearly nude sitting in the passenger seat.

“Parker, Webb” I greeted them.

“Drive?” Parker asked.

“Drive.”