#; also yes the freaking tag needed to be done gfsuygd

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@investigaticns / starter for Konrad 🖤

The rumble of his engine stopped the minute he parked next to several other bikes in front of the Amazon Club. A quick glance at the various models, and Kaizen already knew there was someone he had noticed for a few months, probably queuing inside. Tonight, the club was hosting a very special ceremony, hidden from the dancing and partying crowd downstairs, and far from curious eyes. In an office upstairs, a few unlucky people were paying their weekly or monthly debt to the Cleaners, and Gambit was there to count every penny. 

It was nothing too important for the Cleaners, almost a random supervision they had to come up with, more for the façade than anything else. Having people in debt was a rather normal and expected thing for the mafia, and the Amazon Club needed its cover to hide the main part of the business and the Nebula. Plus, the money was directly injected into the functioning of the Amazon. For that, shady men, lost dudes and other little yobbos would be there to give a few hundred bucks, barely nothing, but still enough to maintain appearances and keep a solid grip on their most chaotic territory. The Red District was, after all, a place with violence and barely no rights. 

“Beer.” Kaizen announced while he made his way up to the bar. The bartender quickly uncapped a bottle of fresh blond beer that he slid onto the counter for the commander, before he attended to the excited clients of the night. Kaizen wasn’t on duty, but he liked to hang around the club whenever he could, feeling at home in this buzzing living environment. Plus, he had remembered that tonight was a collect party, and he had expected to see a certain face among the regular payers of the organization. After he made sure that the club was running normally, at least in the dancing zone, he headed outside and decided to have a cigarette there. 

After a few minutes, he heard the familiar clap of the metallic backdoor leading to the parking lot, a few heads, less joyful than the rest of the crowd, heading their way out of the club. Kaizen smirked, chestnut irises falling right onto the most imposing of those men. A certain blond head with a good display of muscles and tattoos. He leaned against the barrier, a gray cloud of smoke invading the atmosphere.

Tonight, he had decided that he wanted to make a move on that man.