"We've been hunting this pig across the country and now, we've finally got him!" A stern and rough voice echoed through an earpiece at an agent who was dressed in loose and casual attire.
A light shirt, some cargo shorts and some sandals as the air around him was filled to the brim with alcohol and loud party music. The agent himself had hazel nut brown eyes, his demeanor calm and collected as he lightly whisked the drink in his hand.
He was seated in the corner of a club that had all kinds of lights flashing about, the rowdy cheers that permeated through the air capable of making one deaf and the stench of beer that seemed all encompassing, a contrast to the air around him.
His eyes however were glued to a specific individual in the club at the VIP section that was guarded by two big goons. All kinds of woes and throes could be seen transpire.
From beautiful strippers dancing on the laps and others in the embrace of some of the men present, the occasional screams of joy that would come from the antics that went on and such. Regardless, of it all, his eyes remained glued to a certain individual.
He had the physique of a pig, his stomach stretching outwards as his suit tried to mask it. His casual and tipsy demeanor went perfectly with the mood as he chugged more beer and urged those around him to do the same. Not to mention most of the attention was centered around him.
"I can't believe Malcolm Dewitt has been the one responsible for the increase in human trafficking in the country and overseas!" Gerald clicked his tongue as he continued to watch like a wolf in the shadows, waiting till the time was right.
One of the goons came to him in his somewhat light drunken stupor which greatly shifted his mood. "Sorry ladies but I'll have to continue this some other time." His words slightly slurry due to the intoxication. "Aww! Can't you stay with us a bit more?" One of them urged, clutching his hand as she pressed her mounds onto his figure.
His eyes greedily taking it all in as his hands roamed her body, he remained firm. "I wish I could sweetie but I have to go. All drinks are all on me." And with that, he left the VIP section and with a few more goons, his figure vanished.
As for Gerald, rather than giving chase, he stood up and made his way to the bathroom stall which was in dire states. The vulgar graffiti was all over the place, the sight of decrepit stalls as the strong stench of urine and alcohol collaged making it all the more nauseous.
Regardless he endured it all as he went into an empty stall. Closing his eyes as he slowed down his breathes. Slowly but surely, his figure became more and more transparent along with his clothes and before long, his entire body was completely invisible to the naked eye.
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As for Malcolm, he was led by his goons a pair to his front and back down dimly lit halls to which the illumination came from the party lights that would spill over. It wasn't long before they arrived at an elevator and one of the goons called it and went down.
After a couple of minutes, the elevator came to a stop and before them, all kinds of cages could be seen however what entailed in them were human beings. They were of various age groups. The eldest among them being in their forties while the youngest present being in their preteens.
All had faces of confusion and anguish, wishing to be released however the party walked right past them and made their way into an office that oversaw everything transpiring in the den.
Inside, a man who seemed to be in their thirties was seated with a beautiful lady in his arms. Malcolm made a smirk as he welcomed the two. "Ah! Mr. White, it is most certainly an honor for you to make a visit." His tone humble as he watched the man across the table.
His origins from the east, his sharp eyes assessing Malcolm before speaking. "It would seem that you like to live on the edge thus I will not take much of your time." The man addressed as Mr. White mused. He was donned in a sharp two piece red and black suit which went well with his luscious hair.
Unlike Malcolm, he was in shape which greatly bolstered his charisma. "Please, no need to be so formal and serious. I'm not busy at the time so what is it that you would wish to discuss?" Malcolm feigned in modesty as his eyes shifted from White to the lady in his arms.
He couldn't tell what it was but the more he looked at her, the more he yearned to be with her. 'Is she a mutant?' Malcolm pondered realizing how strange it was.
"My benefactors have sent me to come for a deal. Thanks to your various networks all over the world, your business could no doubt flourish however due to certain hazards, it is unable to do so. That is where we give you a hand. We'll deal with both the Golden Lantern and the government alike."
Malcolm was drawn in by such an offer. Sure he had connections all over, he couldn't move his goods freely thanks to the Golden Lantern and the government overseas. The Golden Lantern consisted of a faction constituted of mutants, humans who had undergone strange and bizzare changes.
The first occurrence of it was two years ago with a flight of astronauts shot into space who were doused in cosmic radiation however rather than suffering from bizzare conditions such as terminal cancer, they were blessed with strange and inhumane gifts.
It was a strange occurrence as scientists trying racking their brains as to how it transpired however a year later, the same feats occured once more. This time solar storms and bursts from the sun would emit radiation which had similar effects to the three astronauts however not on the same level.
The trio all had abilities that far overshadowed the rest, their eyes golden and their physiques unchallenged. The pinnacle of the rest of humanity, gifted or not. Of course with such power, there would be those blinded by it while others chose to take the helm of justice and protect those unable to resulting in the formation of the Golden Lantern and the Dark Hold.
One of the three chose a path of darkness while the other chose to fight. As for the third, their existence vanished without a trace which made the public skeptical. Some saying that the third had defected and joined the Dark Hold while others mused that they simply wanted to get away from it all.
In the end, they couldn't come close to the truth thus they gave up on the chase. "I'm sure that such an offer should be to your liking." White commented as he read Malcolm's expressions. 'He's rather easy to bait. Not to mention Farah is doing a stellar job clouding his mind with her skill.'
Farah who was in his arms would shift her body in such an alluring and revealing manner that every man present couldn't take their eyes off her. Her beautiful visage, her flawless smooth skin and curvy features, it was a temptation that no man could resist.
"It is a tempting offer however I do wonder what your benefactors would wish to gain from this exchange?" Even though his mind would try to juggle between maintaining eye contact with White and stealing glances at Farah, his intuition of business was capable of steeling through.
"It's nothing much really, just the low price of upto thirty percent of your profits." White's tone calm and collected as his dark eyes locked with Malcolm's. 'Thirty percent? That's not a small figure but considering many more routes will be available, it's worth the trade.'
"It truly is a steal, I accept." He chuckled to which White reciprocated. Farah on the other hand made herself busy as she made a pour of the wine present on the table which resulted with her exposing her wide cleavage to Malcolm. 'Is this girl trying to kill me with lust? Something's not right here.'
To be attracted to such a lady to this extent was too much for him. "I do have to ask though, who is your benefactor?" Malcolm's tone now dry as he tried to mask it with a drink. "Oh silly me, it's the Dark Hold. I'm sure you've heard of us." Farah let out a chuckle as she took a bird's sip of the wine.
Malcolm's face went pale as he struggled to avoid choking on his drink. 'Who doesn't know about the Dark Hold? To think that I would be tangled with such a player. I've already accepted and refuting it will lead to my death.'
"Hahaha! To think that the Dark Hold would take notice of someone so little as me. It truly is an honor!" His tone fervently nervous as he gulped down his drink. However before matters could escalate any further, one of Malcolm's goons barged in.
"Sir, there's an assassin present that has already disposed most of our men already. I urge you that we leave now." His tone grave before taking his leave. "It has been a pleasure meeting you both however I'm sorry to say that we'll have to cut it short for now."
The pair that were comfortably seated rose to their feet as Malcolm escorted them.