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"Very well then." he said as an evil grin spread across his face.

   He lunged forward ready to attack, but I knew this club well enough to know there were not greeters. Quickly I turned toword him, pulling out my knife as his meaty hands grabbed shoulders. Without a sound I plunged the knife into his stomach, and gently laid him on the ground so as not to create a sceen. I wiped the blood from the knife on his shirt, then placed it back in the holder under my black trench coat. I bent over the abnormally large man that lay at my feet, checking all his pockets for his wallet.

"Hm no wallet?" I whispered to myself.

   Just then I heard the door behind me hiss ready to open. I stood up and steped over the dead man's body as I did I caught a glimpse of something on the ground. Looking over I noticed it was the mans wallet laying on the ground.

"There you are." I mumbeled picking it up as I dissapered into the crowd of dancing people.

   I walked over to the bar and sat on one of the tall chrome stools. Pulling my hat down over my face more as I did. I looked down at the wallet and slowly opened it, and just as I had expected it said GVMT(sf).

"Great!" I whispered loudly.

   He was a government official (speacial force). Well I knew "they" would find me here eventually. I thought as I opened the wallet lengthwise to see if he had any money on him. A small grin made its way across my face. Jackpot! I pulled out a wad of cash and stuck it in my jacket, along with the man's identity. All that was left in the wallet was a picture of himself with the president, and a folded peice of blank paper. I closed it and looked around the room and at the people sitting at the bar. Nobody was sitting near me.

   Now what to do with the wallet? I thought taking one more glance around the club. Good thing I was wearing my gloves when he attacked. Otherwise there would be fingerprints everywhere. Not that they couldn't guess who killed him. Just then I heard the speaker on the counter crackel as the KlubServer3.0's voice came on.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Menua!" I yelled into the speaker over the noise of the club. Putting the wallet in my jacket pocket.

"Yes miss." the KlubServer3.0 said.

   The digital menu flickered onto the glass counter top. I read through the first page, before clicking the next arrow with my glove covered finger.

"Eh, I'll just get my usual!" I yelled into the speaker.

   The speaker cracked once more, and my drink came slowly up out of the counter top. I grabbed the glass of neon purple wine and took a sip. Slowly I placed it back down. I leaned forward resting my head on my hand as I starred down into the drink. My right hand softly spinning the wine glass in circles, as I daydreamed.

"Yeah I remember how it use to be."

   I heard a mans voice say. I lifted my head from my hand and looked over to my left. A man stood there behind the stool next to me. He looked about 6 feet tall and had chiseled features, not bad looking, and muscular although I couldn't confirm that because he was also wearing a trench coat.

"May I?" He said nodding his head to the stool next to me.

"Sure." I said shrugging a bit.

"Yeah I remember the good old days. When there were good people, with good intensions and morals. But now, now everyone is bad. I'll admit I'm bad too... but you have to be bad to survive now. No one works for money now they just steal whatever money is left ciculating in the system. Thats not our fault though right? I mean, there aren't any jobs to have! Thay have all been taken by... by these robots!" he said pointing to the speaker.

   There was a long pause and I looked back down into my drink before taking another sip. He was right about what I was thinking about, and he is right... no one is good.

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is...