He sat still in the car, the engine silent, and began his assessment of the nightclub's vicinity. He carefully observed the street urchins who loitered amongst the literal litters of trash, their forms blending with the urban decay that defined the place. There were no flashy neon signs here, no imposing bouncers out front, no lively clusters of people strolling in and out of the establishment.
The only real activity he could see was what he assumed to be the usual neighborhood fiends, fooling around aimlessly as the few other pedestrians just walked by, their heads down. It was nothing out of place, nothing peculiar for a typical slum… but still, he wasn't satisfied.
Kiki Chao was his current target. A target that was, by all accounts, a dogskin, just like the ones he was currently observing from the safety of his car.
