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Simon was sitting at his desk in his dark office, his face light up by his three monitors as he was watching the security cameras inside of a club. The club in question was a popular spot in Glasglow named ‘’Digital Blood’’. A quite odd name for a night club, but he was not here to party, his mission is to keep an eye over Gaz as he was sitting in one of the dark red leather booths, slowly sipping on his drink. Their mission for tonight was to scope out the bar, look for anything suspicious and gather intel. This club belonged to Salen Kotch, who's been indirectly associated with many alpha disappearances in the area. All the witness reports leave them last seen at this club, but the police were not investigating them any further.
- Behind the back bar there's a door, I've seen only two of the staff go down it only. - Gaz spoke quietly while listing his drink to take a sip.
Simon nodded like Gaz could see him and started filtering through the different security cameras to find the live feed inside that room, after a few minutes he breathed out in frustration.
- I got nothing, there are no cameras leading behind that door. Which members of staff are allowed to access it? - Simon spoke into his earpiece.
- The guy currently dancing with the Dj on the stage and the other I can’t see right now but he is easy to spot, he has a stupid mohawk on top of his head. - Gaz spoke back.
Ghost quickly narrowed down onto the Dj booth. The Dj seemed nothing to interesting a guy in his early twenties wearing an absurdly bright neon orange jumpsuit and next to him dancing one of the waiters. A young Korean guy his hair was cut quite short with a few dark brown hair strands now sticking to his forehead from sweat. Like the rest of the staff, he was dressed in as skimpy black spandex outfit. A tight black shirt with a very open back and front, all connected to small black booty shorts that left half of his ass hanging out for display. On top of his head, he has on a mask with big black rabbit ears and a small black fur rabbit tail on the back. He has a black leather collar on with spikes on it and cuffs around his wrists and ankles. Both of his hands covered in black tattoo that splits into small diamonds along the way, both stopping just by his shoulders.
Over the past few weeks of them observing this place this is what they found out. All the staff were male omegas all wearing skimpy outfits that changed from night to night, but the collars and cuffs always stayed on, mostly for security. They made drinks, waited the tables and sometimes danced on them. The rules were simple you can come in, order a drink, as for a dance on your table but absolutely no touching. The moment any of the clients got to handsy security would show up and dragged them outside kicking them out the club for the night. Most of the clients were alphas in business suits that would look at the staff like they were food. On a night usually five people would work, two bartenders and the rest waited tables or helped to make drinks behind the bar. There were at least four security guards at any time when the club was open. They were nothing special, just large alphas dressed in black suits. Salen would show up from time to time to mingle in the crowd but mostly would disappear behind that bloody door behind the bar. The door had a fingerprint scanner on the lock meaning only him and a couple of his staff members were able to enter. The club had a small dance floor right by the Dj booth and mostly covered in tables and booths in the corners around it. The music was quite good, but not Simon’s taste. Most of it was just fast beats or a rough alpha voice singing about how he wanted to fuck you. All the staff were only given and called by nicknames inside the club, no real names. The dancing rabbit was called ‘’Horangi’’ his real name Kim Hong-jin, not much on his employee profile like the rest of the staff, name, age, their height and weight, second gender and their address.
Simon filled though a couple camera feeds until he found the second member off staff that had access to the locked door. He was wearing a similar skimpy outfit, he had small spandex black booty shorts on with a mesh top, with his collar and cuffs, he was currently serving around the tables with a tray in his hand, placing drinks on the tables as he passed them by, shooting smile to something the men would say in return to him. He was built good, his body was strong, built with muscles and that round ass that was hanging half naked from the small booty shorts he was wearing, but the one thing that brough Simons attention was his waist, that slim waist that moved beautifully as he manoeuvred his way around the tables, he was just above 6 feet tall, but Simon knew he would a lot shorter than him. A tattoo of a revolver sat in the middle of his neck. Another thing that brough Simons attention was his hair, dark brown hair with sides shaved short on top a styled mohawk that he would brush his hands by a couple of times during the night. His facial hair was kept short and neatly trimmed around his face, and that wicked smile that he would show from time to time was mesmerising, his small omega fangs hanging just barely out on the bottom of his lips. Ow and those lips that pink colour that would look amazing while they would be wrapped around Simon's cock.
Simon quickly shook his head, what was he thinking, he needs to focus. His code name was ‘’Soap’’ real name John MacTavish, he lived alone in apartment on the 24th floor of impressive building. Simon wasn’t sure how much they were playing their staff, but that apartment looked way too expensive for a waiter in a dodgy club. Speaking of his apartment currently being observed by König as he was installing secret cameras all around it, so they could always keep an eye on him. As each camera was being placed in its spot a new view flicked onto the second monitor in Simon’s vision. Soaps apartment was clean, and modern. Loads of art hung on the walls, soft light carpets everywhere. It was an open floor plan with a bedroom on the second floor that overlook the entire apartment. The furniture was mostly black with loads of glass and a bunch of book shelfs everywhere. Loads of modern art pieces that Simon only saw as ugly pieces of junk. In the middle of the apartment was large red leather sofa in the shape of a semicircle that could easily sit at least ten people, loaded with pillows. In front of it a massive round glass table that had live fish inside of it and on the wall a TV the size of the entire wall, next to it all kinds of gaming systems with games all organized. The one thing out of place in the entire apartment was the insane amount of Lego buildings everywhere, varying in size. The only door in the apartment was the front door and the bathroom door. As König was about to pass it Simon looked over.
- There are no cameras in the bathroom, we need one in there. - Simon spoke.
- Ugh come on Ghost, that’s just inhumane, let the man have his privacy in there. - König spoke throwing his hands in the air and darting a dirty look towards one of the cameras.
- What, I'm just saying, loads of things could happen in the bathroom. - Simon spoke.
- I’m not doing it, that's private. - König spoke again.
- Fine. - Simon said knowing full well that he won’t win his.
He turned his attention back to the screen again with the security cameras in the club. As Soap was passing by the tables one of the men raised their hands and landed a big smack against his ass. The man just froze in his walk, he slowly turned around with a wicked smile on his face and without a warning he dropped his now empty tray on the floor, raising his right hand into a fist that quickly collided with the man's nose. The man in the suit quickly crabbed onto his now bleeding nose and anger bloomed into his face. Quickly two security guards appeared near them, telling the man to calm down. Simon kept a close eye on the whole situation. Soap just flipped the guy off and walked towards the direction of the Dj. He climbed onto the stage next to the other waiter and the song changed. Loud music roared across the bar and both men started very seductively dancing on the stage, shaking their asses in those small shorts and rubbing their hands across each other's body. Simon was hypnotised by the way Soaps waist moved with the beat, swaying side to side as he threw his head back and looked directly at the camera like he knew Simon was watching him, he smiled and that's when Simon realized he was holding his breath. Suddenly everything disappeared around him, the only thing that Simon could focus on where those bright blue eyes that stared straight at him through the screen. He felt his palms start to sweat and the pain shot straight towards his fangs, he flexed his jaw a few times trying to relieve this new building tension. What the hell was this feeling, and just like that as Soap looked away everything returned, Simon quickly breathed in and out trying to focus and understand what was going on.
- Ghost how copy? - König hissed.
Simon quickly adjusted his very uncomfortable pants and focused on the second monitor where his large teammate was waving his hands in the air in front of the camera.
- Yeah, yeah, I’m here. - Simon spoke with his voice harsh like he hasn’t tasted water in weeks.
- I found a laptop; I'm hooking it up now. - König spoke with a grunt.
- Roger. - Simon spoke.
He quickly moved his chair to the right as his fingers rested onto the keyboard as he slowly typed in trying to get access to the laptop. That lingering weird feeling of Soaps eyes still stayed with him as he was trying to focus onto his work.
- Got it, I’m in. - Ghost paid to the earpiece.
König nodded and pulled out the small flash drive from the side of the computer.
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