[CB]Night life (Jimbobfloba)

Late at night on a busy street

With the sun gone darkness swept through the area. In the past the night meant a reduction of activity. But in the modern age it was the opposite. The street was almost as bright as day with the street lights and neon signs. People crowded the sidewalks as they walked to and from places of entertainment that littered the street. Everyone was looking for their own personal haven. A paradise found at a price. Some found it in the bottom of a beer glass. Others found their joy in the smokey confines of the sports bar at the corner. But the place that say the most attention was a night club nearly in the middle of the long street. The building had almost took up the right side of the block. It had probably been a warehouse before some one had the ingenuity to create a club from it. Nearly four stories high it's sign flashed brightly in the night like a light house. Synergy it said quite simply. The guiding light was effective as there was a line of people on the sidewalk waiting for a chance to get in. This was a joined by a line of cars. Valets rushed forth to help the guests out of their vehicles. The customers smiled and walked up the small red carpet to the front door where the bounce awaited. After giving their names and checking passes he let them through while the common folk stood behind a velvet rope. An exclusive and high caliber club. A place everyone was dying to enter. There was no greater appeal than the chance to rub elbows with the elite and well to do. The behind the rope didn't seem to get any shorter. There were shouts asking to bribe the large man, but he stood unmoving only. Occasionally he'd look at his watch.
"Has Mr Drake arrived yet?" The radio in his ear squawked the cord hung from his ear into his pocket. Quickly he checked the listing on the clipboard. After flipping through all the pages he pressed the button on the cable.
"Not yet." he replied in a gruff voice.
"Go ahead and let 10 regulars in." came the reply
"Acknowledged." he said as he pulled the rope blocking the people waiting and nodded his head toward the solid double doors. Eagerly they moved and rushed forth into the club. As they drew closer they could faintly hear the music as the seeped through the small crack. With the doors open the sound rushed at them and the lights shifted across their faces.

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The ten lucky entrants took their time in absorbing the view before moving about the area to see what was going on. Some decided to move go to the next floor to see the wonders that awaited them there. There were enough people for the place to be busy, but not so much to make someone feel crowded. Casual and yet festive. An interesting mix. Small groups sat in the private rooms enjoying their drinks and seeing the people having fun around them.

Tariasha was stood in the line at the entrance to the place that he was meant to 'extinguish' a high priority gang leader. The night was different here than in the Soul Society; the soul society was much more mellow and calming at night, however; here in the human world, everything seemed to hype up at night, it was unbelievable. Tariasha was dressed how many of the other 'regulars' were, a pair of 'Jeans' an nice pair of shoes which were brown and blue, and a patterned shirt. Tariasha's gigai was quite comfortable, it was his first time in one for a real mission; and all that he had heard was how tight they were, however this one seemed quite nice. The colors from various lights danced in the sky. 'Next'. Tariasha moved up the line to follow everyone else in the line, the front few people; which included Tariasha himself were let in, the others waited outside. The man was large, he was well built for a guard, he waved people across into the club.

The Inside of the club was .... nice. The music, some sort of electronica style music was booming out loud, it was possibly one of the only things that he could hear apart from the crowds of people dancing to the music in some sort of demented, yet stylish physique. He looked around, quite bedazzled, unknowing what to do. Tariasha went over to the bar and ordered a small drink; only to walk over to a small seating area to quietly sip his drink and observe the crowd, whilst peering constantly at the door every time someone new entered the building. His drink was cool, and was like the sake that he drank occasionally, although this was more fruity, he picked out the small umbrella out of the drink and placed it in his pocket.

Those not dancing took to the bar like flies to honey. There wear various waiters and waitresses snaking their way across the floor to the booths. But for the rest it was easier to just go to the source. Glasses clinked as money exchanged hands. Some of that money went to the serving staff. People trying to buy their way into the private booth. Although open to the public there were places only certain people had access to. Money meant power and some people were intent on putting on a display. As before those that were elite frequented this place. These were not prestigious people, they were those that worked in the shadows. Criminals of all types or those that had acquired their wealth through unorthodox methods. Drugs, robberies, blackmail, murder,sex trafficking, you named it at least someone in that club had done it. The untouchables that lived the good life from the fruits of their devious labors. Evil as they may be everyone envied them. Everyone wanted to be them even if it cost them their souls. A strange statement, but valid. Although it looked like a club deals were made every second. Lives and fortunes made and broken with little more than a nod, a wave, or handshake. Synergy was a man made paradise and there were devils lurking about.

As Tariasha sat sipping his beverage several of people pushed by him. A waiter stopped near him.
"Would you like another one, sir?" the young man asked politely a professional smile on his face. He turned his head slightly as two girls with low cut dresses edged by him and hidden shinigami. "A snack perhaps?" he finished after getting an eyeful. The girls were stopped half way up the stairs by a burly man wearing shades. He motioned for them to follow him and the three continued up the steps. Two men in white suits moved towards one of the booths on the ground floor a man in a dark blue shirt walked behind them. The two kept looking around as they walked. Never walking too fast keeping the blue shirted man right behind them. So much going on at once in the large club.

Tariasha was quite glad that this opportunity had come up, he was sure that this man with the two body guards must be his target, nobody else had bodyguards that were so tight and well presented. It was time to act. The waiter presented his questions, following all the other perverted humans he looked at the two girls in their short dresses, Tariasha was not distracted by those types of women. He waited for the waiter to stop gawping at the women before he asked Tariasha whether he wanted a snack. Tariasha stood up and walked towards the waiter, not in any type of threatening way, but in a way that the waiter knew there was a serious issue that the man wanted to talk about.

'No, nothing. But.' Tariasha moved close to the waiter, he had seen many other people do this; some successful some not. He knew that he had to get into one of those booths somehow, and that would mean getting past the guards, although he was fairly sure that the waiter could help him out with that. Tariasha held out the small wad of money that was the whole lot of his money that he had. 'How much to get me into one of those booths? It was quite simple really, the booth was the place that he needed, an enclosed space with only the target and the two bodyguards to worry about' whether they were the same type of people as Kensai.... well he would just have to wait and see.

The waiter's eyebrow raised as Tariasha flashed the cash. He looked at the man before him and then gave a small grin. This wasn't the first time he'd been offered a bribe. Leaning in close he brought his voice in low.
"This is your first time here. I'm sorry, sir, but it's not that easy. " he gave his head a nod towards one of the booths. "You see the place has four floors. While anyone can get a ground floor room for the right amount of money. There are quite a few reserved before hand. Some are literally rented." He subtled pointed to one of the empty dark rooms. "Unless the person stops paying they'll always have claim to it. Think of it like a box seat at the baseball field. You could rent an apartment for cheaper. Right now we're maxed out. In a month a spot might clear up." Turning slightly he pointed towards the stairs. "Second floor is for the executives, rock-stars, and actors." Even as he spoke a girl wearing a tight red dress sashayed up the steps and to the man waiting at the halfway point.
"Unless you're a groupie, you're not going to far up there. Can't say what on the 3rd and 4th."

There didn't seem to be any stairs past the 2nd floor. If there were they had to be hidden in some way. Perhaps an elevator. From the dance floor only the 2nd floor was visible.
"Even if you don't have curves you might find a way up there." The waiter finished with a shrug. "Some of the people up there are gamblers, if you're lucky you could try to get into a game or something." As he spoke another man dressed in the same waiter attire approached.
"They need some help at the bar." he new man said before walking back away. The man talking clicked his tongue.
"Good luck to you sir, if you need anything ask for Han." With that he moved toward the very crowded bar.

Tariasha knew that it was a long shot. The waiters were not high enough in the pecking order to get other people up into the second floor, with no chance of the third or fourth floor. Gambling, now that was something that he knew how to do, other shinigami, mainly from squad 11, would learn these games when visiting the human world. Tariasha was not an amazing poker player, but he wasn't bad either; somewhat mediocre. He looked around at the club, the entangled bodies were all on the dance floor, and navigating around the dance floor would be hard, but he knew that there was only one place that he could go. The stairs.

The stairs seemed like another dimension, it was so unlike the 1st floor, the first floor for all the 'regulars' was carpeted in some places, but the dance floor was not, however, the second floor was covered in a velvet type rug; it was unlike anything that Tariasha had ever seen. Tariasha took a couple of steps up the stairs only to stop at the bouncer, the man was huge, and matched a few of the hollows that he had fought. 'I heard that up here that people could come to gamble'

Even if he didn't realize it, many eyes were upon Tariasha as he ascended the stairs. People from the ground floor often watched anyone going up. I could be a celebrity or someone of interest. What those steps represented was a divided between classes. The normals, the rich, famous, just one floor away from being important. It was just some stairs, but it might as well have been the great wall of China. There were those on the 2nd floor watching the man in jeans. Some snickered as Tariasha climbed. There was much doubt he was part of their world. The gateway to their realm was well guarded, the burly man stopped everyone at the halfway point. Tariasha was no different. The man in the black suit and shades looked over the most recent climber.
"Sorry kid, unless you have an invite you might as well head back down." the man grunted glaring down at shorter man. He waved his arm as if shooing a fly away.

His hand stops mid motion and goes to the earpiece. His face contorts as he listens intently to whoever is speaking to him via the small device. He turns his head to the side and looks at Tariasha again. Slowly he pulls down his shades and looks stares at the young man with his brown eyes.
"Yes, sir." He said to the unseen speaker. "Are you sure sir?" After a pause the man shook his head beckoned to Tariasha. "Someone wants to see you." he said finally and turned to go up the rest of the staircase. He looked back over his shoulder to slightly to look at the other man once again, but didn't slow. Once at the top of the stair another man in a suit waited. He saw the other man and nodded.
"Take him to the 3rd floor." Was all the big man said before turning to walk back down. The other man, smaller in stature than the first moved towards the one of the doors on the wall. There was a keypad on the right side of the door with a screen below it. The man pressed his hand on the keypad and glowed green. The door slid open from the right revealing an elevator.

Tariasha waited as the bouncer spoke on his earpiece; the result was he was able to go past the stairs, only not to the second floor but the third floor. This was not what he had in mind but it was better than the second floor, it meant that he was able to see what was on the third floor; more importantly, who was on the third floor. The problem however was that it meant that he could be compromised, someone might know who he actually is; he checked to feel any spirit energy around the place, there may be a few superhuman here. His own spirit pressure was also something, he needed to dim it down more.

The elevator was something that he was not used to, he stood in the small room, as the doors that slowly shut, he knew that his fate was sealed; whatever happened could go good or it could go very wrong. The elevator stopped, there was a brief pause as the doors opened.

The doors opened to a long hallway with a doors evenly spaced along either side. Further, down the hall there was cross section as another hallway bisected the first. Yet another cross section was further down from that one. The music from the first two floors had ceased as soon as he entered the elevator. This floor was completely silent. A man in the black suit stood to the side of the elevator that Tariasha had ridden.
"This way, please." was the man said as he walked forward down the hallway. As he passed one of the doors it opened. A giggly blonde-haired woman exited wearing a black dress. She gave a smile and walked right past. She hadn’t gone less than ten steps before stumbling and having to lean against the wall for support. She could barely walk in her high heels. Almost immediately, she started to laugh hysterically at the incident. After barely righting herself, she snickered and continued onto the elevator. It was only a moment later a man exited the room to follow her. The man wore a fine green silk shirt his diamond incrusted watch twinkled in the florescent lighting. He made sure to shut the door quickly to prevent anyone from seeing inside. His hand brushed his nose as he fixed his bloodshot eyes on Tariasha and smiled. A peculiar odor wafted towards those walking by. The man ushering Tariasha didn’t even look at the man as if he was invisible. Instead, he continued down the hallway before stopping at several doors down past the intersection.
“In here.” he motioned and opened the door.

The room was rather lavish it looked quite like an office fused with a hotel room. Rather than bland white walls like the hallway, the room had vibrant colors. There was a desk to the right of the door. A ma sat there with a series of computer screens blocking his face. Along the wall were two long tables several men of various sizes occupied these. They had been wearing suits, but they had taken them off. Two men leaned by the door as the private party went on in the room. Continuing along the wall to the rear of the room a large bar stood out. It looked to have a miniature fridge and sink. This bar took up a large section of the corner. The remainder of the far wall was black and shiny. Upon closer examination, it looked to be window. What had first looked like stars were actually lights from the city below. It had to be some kind of one-way glass. In the opposite corner, there was a “C” shaped couch. This large seat was filled to the brim with warm bodies. In the center, there was a man with a girl on his arm and a glass in his hand. The rest of the men around him were shouting merrily. They were shouting and shoving against one another. The numerous voices garbled together making them all inaudible. A man lay on the floor unconscious. Miraculously the bottle in his hand was still upright despite his prone position. Just barely out of the field of view was a TV taking up the remainder of the wall. On a smaller couch, some men watched what looked to be horse-racing

The third floor was very different to the rest of the night club, the third floor was prison like, the long corridor was presented as very ominous, the many doors along the corridor led Tariasha to believe the many things people did behind the closed doors, Drugs, Sex, and gambling; gambling being the least worst out of the lot. The woman who stumbled out had either been intoxicated or had taken some form of drug, but the following man had quite clearly put into Tariasha's mind that she had been drugged and had sex with the man. The man who came out looked extremely rich, the diamond encrusted watch showed just that. Tariasha followed the man into the room, and the door was closed behind him. The room was luxurious the countless people doing different activities, some were even passing out due to the amount of alcohol that they had to drink. Tariasha took a step forward to the man who was seated in the middle of the stylish couch ' I suppose it was you who called me in here, looking to gamble?' Tariasha knew that it was a bold idea to be the first one to speak, but he knew that he had to present himself in one way or another. He could almost feel it coming, there would either be a silence as the man addressed him, or the inaudible ruckus would mean that Tariasha was unheard, and the man would presume that he had made the first move.

Tariasha knew he had to keep up his story of gambling, that was his last few ideas that actually meant the safety of other humans around the premises. Many of the people here were gambling, mainly men, the women were interested in many other things... Tariasha stood firm however, waiting for the reply to his bold and daring question.

As Tariasha entered the room the door closed and there as definitive click as it was locked behind him. The men at the standing near it didn't take their eyes off him. The men watching the races looked up only temporarily in the young man's passing, but said nothing to him. After he had walked by one of them changed the channel to boxing. The other one of the others tried to grab the remote from his hand. In doing so the channel kept on changing as the two hands held onto it. Quickly the two were locked in a tug-of-war of the control while the 3rd on simply lit up cigarette and enjoyed the spectacle. When he got to the large couch no one seemed to notice he was there. It wasn't until he got closer that he noticed some of them weren't speaking english at all. Whatever it was they were speaking everyone seemed quite fluent.

When the newcomer spoke the only a few people stopped talking. The man sitting in the middle looked Tariasha over. He flashed a bright smile at him and then whispered into the girls ear. She looked up at Tariasha then back at the man. When he nodded she got up off the couch. As he got up the man slapped her ass playfully. She smiled, but left the semi-circle. It wasn't visible at the time but there was a door behind the bar. The girl made her way around the wooden fixture and stepped through. When she had left the man snapped his fingers and the conversations around him ended as if someone has slammed on the breaks. Most of the men around him got up except for two men on his right side and one on his left.
"Gambling? Hmmmm yes. I do love to gamble." he said still smiling. "But what I like more is to make and take bets. High stakes." Those that had abandoned their seats now took up positions behind Tariasha. "Actually me and the boys have a bit of a game going right now. "It's easy one; I'm sure you'll it. " The men behind Tariasha nodded at one another. We were trying to figure out who sent you." His voice dropped with the last statement and the smile faded.

Tariasha watched as the girl stood up to make her way out of the room; the place was so silent that you could hear a pin drop; when the man had spoke everyone left the couch, to leave only the speaker and two men on the couch. "We were trying to figure out who sent you." the last sentence was not the answer he was expecting to here, he was expecting the man who answered him to be the one who ordered here; it turns out there is a few more big dogs around the place, were they on the third floor? No, they were most likely on the fourth floor, the place that hardly anyone had been to, unless you were in some sort of gang, it was quite obvious they owned this place, well obvious for Tariasha to know, but he guessed hardly anyone else knew, or their would be some law enforcers constantly watching this place.

'High stakes? How much?' Tariasha knew that he would have to at least play a round or two. He didn't have all too much money with him, maybe not enough to compete for even one round, nevertheless he walked towards the couch a bit more and asked 'Do you mind if I take a seat Mr...?' in order to play properly he wanted to be able to know everyone's names, it made the game just that little bit better, instead of a bunch of strangers who would sit and play without there being the only merriment from winning the money, which could anger many people around you in the game. He wasn't expecting names to just come flying out, but at least so that he had something to call them when he was talking to them.

"The highest stakes of them all; your life." the man said as a grin returned to his face. It was then the man on the left pulled a glock pistol from his waist band. From the way he was slouching it was hard to see if he was carrying a weapon. The man wasted no time in aiming the weapon at Tariasha's head. His finger gently rested on the weapon's trigger. The man in the middle gestured for his guest to sit on the very most edge of their circular couch. "We'll be asking the questions here, but I guess it's only fair I introduce myself. "You can call me, Mr Tyler." Those around him laughed either at the name or the situation it was unclear.
"So now it's your turn; who are you?" he asked as he took a drink. "And please be honest." Tyler said in a rather sweet soft voice. His hand pointed towards the door. The desk at the door was actually had two men both looking at computer screens. "If you give a fake name they'll know." One of the men raised his hand and waved over to at the couch. "It's that right!?" he yelled at the computer duo.

"I've got the system primed and ready, boss." One of the men yelled back. Tyler nodded and looked back at Tariasha. The warm smile never left his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice. "So, who are you?" he asked once again.

The gun was pointed at Tariasha's head, he knew that if it was fired, all it could damage was the gigai, and Tariasha would hopefully be ejected out of the body; so he stayed as calm as he could. The name that the man produced may be a real name or an alternate name, nevertheless, it was a name. The man, as expected had asked for his name in return, indicating to the two men who were at the computers, sort of truth teller of some sort maybe, or a voice recognizer; no technology he had used, but he had heard of many being used in squad 12. He had to give some sort of truthful answer, and besides, nobody here would know who he was even if he did give all the information on his name and age; as long as he didn't mention he had anything to do with the spiritual world. Mr Tyler gave off some sort of aura, he was a deadly predator, one that would offer you home and warmth, but there was no doubt that he was a cold, and merciless man when it came to business

'My name is, Mr. Getsu; have you got any other questions Mr Tyler? or shall we begin?' It was a hasty attempt at getting out of the conversation, one that could quite quickly blow his cover and compromise the mission at hand. He took a seat on the last seat on the couch, he was surprised at how comfortable it was, something that he hardly felt, it was quite different from the many benches around the Souls Society. He looked at the gun that was still held in the thugs hand, it didn't seem all that threatening, but only under the circumstances that he was under, what seemed like a small protection from Mr Tyler. It was probable that all three of them carried a fire arm of some sort on them, it was just a matter of if he acted up too much there would be his gigai gone and also his cover.

"Mr Getsu, eh?" Again with the warm smile, but the cold eyes. "No first name?" Tyler chuckled his piercing gaze never leaving Tariasha. "Fair enough." He waved to the men on the terminals knowing full well 'Mr. Getsu' was hardly enough to track anyone down swiftly. The man had answered just as coyly as he had. Such an answer only bought him more time. Tyler didn't want things to end so quickly. Where was the fun in that? He had told the truth about enjoying making bets and creating wagers. Life was too dull without gambling. Risk and reward, winning or losing all. The men at the computers nodded and began there work. The looked over at there boss doubtfully first, but they complied with his wishes.

"Well that's one question out of the way, but we don't know if you're lying." Tyler gave and halfhearted shrug. "That means you get to keep your head, for now." The gun in his subordinate's hand didn't lower or waver in the slightest. It seemed the man was ready to shoot as soon his boss ordered or if Tariasha made any sudden moves.
"Guess that means we move on to the next question, no?" the ringleader said in rather jovial manner. "Who sent you?" He asked. "Or perhaps a better question is, why are you here? I don't think you'll get away with a simple answer this time Mr Getsu. So I suggest that you reflect deeply."

"Or perhaps a better question is, why are you here? I don't think you'll get away with a simple answer this time Mr Getsu. So I suggest that you reflect deeply." Tariasha knew that there was no way he could answer that truthfully, or at least with the whole truth. 'Why I'm here? I have always thought of myself as a boring, lonely and quite frankly just a regular person; some people around were talking about this club, it was pretty hyped up i guess. So I decided i would put on some good clothes to come here and meet some people, and get myself into something, I wanted to get into the second floor to get myself known to some people but it obviously didn't work out how i planned, the mystery person offered a ticket to the third floor' he paused for a second, just to add some emphasis to his story 'and well here i am.' Tariasha finished his sentence off with that winning smile. The story he had given wasn't a lie, nor was it the whole truth of why he was here. He occasionally glanced from the gunman to Mr Tyler.

'Mr Tyler, how about we get to our game or is there anything else you would like to inquire; I feel like there is nothing more you need to know about me, im pretty sure you know it all' Tariasha adjusted how he sat, it was a bit more forward now as he wanted to show he was ready for either the beginning of the game; there was a possibility that would never happen and this would turn very messy, or it would mean he was ready for the next few questions.

One of the men behind Tariasha began to chuckle, and soon others joined him in his mirth. It wasn't long before the whole room was in an uproar. As for Tyler he sat in there looking at his guest with grin. It was like the cat that had swallowed the canary. When he held up his hand the room quieted and then all the laughing stopped. It was then that he snickered before speaking
"The game has already started Mr Getsu, and you're not doing well." he said in same sickeningly sweet voice. "Do you really think I'm that dumb!?" Tyler asked his voice rising. He rose from his seat and slammed his drink to the floor. It didn't take much to shatter the glass on the carpet and send it's liquid into the material. The room was even quieter and the men around had stern looks. Quite a contrast from the fits of laughter they finished.
"Do you think we brought you up here for you sunny personality?" he snorted at the absurdity of the thought. Slowly he sat back down.

"Like any good club we have security for our guests." Tyler said his voice soft once again. "Part of that security is metal detectors at the doors. But we also have something else." Tyler looked down at his destroyed drink and shrugged again. "Along with those metal detectors we have a special way of spotting people of interest." He snapped his fingers and a man walked up to Tariasha holding what looked like a crystal ball found on a gypsy's table. Although clear the orb gave off a very soft blue light. As it drew close to Tariasha the light increased greatly.
"Boring and regular person? I don't know that many regular people with that much power in them." Tyler said pointing the flaring crystal. "The minute you walked in we had our eyes on you." The man with the glowing ball stepped away and the light faded from the orb. "I'll ask again; who sent you? And please remember, it's not nice to lie." While his attention was on Tyler Tariasha hadn't noticed that two of the men behind him held swords while another by the bar had an uzi.

As soon as the Mr Tyler pulled out the orb Tariasha knew the jig was up. The men around the room certainly started to look a whole lot more threatening, they easily out numbered him; their quick adjusting only just showed that they were mere lackeys of the Mr Tyler. 'That much power? Oh you flatter me Mr Tyler, my business is not with you however and is nothing that you need to know, it is for Koo Moon Ryong, I assume that you know him. Tariasha knew that his Gigai would get shattered if he actually let it get shot or cut, he had to be wary of what he said next, Mr Tyler's gunman might put a bullet straight into his head, he might as well have taken it off. 'As for who sent me, well, lets just say its under my own accord' once again that toying winning smile popped up once again; he might as well act not as politely as he had done a while ago, it was time to get serious.

'So Mr Tyler, if that is your real name; where may I find this Koo Moon Ryong?, a betting man like yourself however probably wouldn't take the risk of telling me anyway, too afraid of the outcome you see' Tariasha knew this would start something up, Mr Tyler was a man that had already shown weakness by his small outburst. Tariasha knew that it may be a bad move but he stood up. He didn't want to seem like he was being pushed around by Mr Tyler, he stood so that his own eyes were level to Mr Tyler's eyes.

Tyler's eyebrows raised at the mention of Koo Moon Ryong, he frowned at Tariasha. It was perhaps the first time for the other man to have a genuine reaction. His brow furrowed in as he looked over his guest once again. He was truly bewildered, but it didn't last too long. The smile soon returned as Tariasha mentioned he was looking for Koo Moon Ryong. That sneaky smile broadened. The other man was trying to use reverse psychology on him. Of all the things it was too funny. Tyler wasn't shy about laughing in the right in the other man's face. The two men on his right joined in the laughter halfheartedly.
"You're after Koo Moon Ryong?" he snickered after the bought of laughter had subsided. Raising his hand he wiped a tear from his eye. "Hey guys, he's going after Koo Moon Ryong!" The room erupted in laughter all around Tariasha. "Well if you find him sock him good for me." Tyler laughed slapping his knee. The mood of the room seemed lighter despite the men holding weapons ready to kill on a moment's notice.

"If I did know where he was, he wouldn't be breathing anymore." thoughtfully he rubbed his chin. "Odd that you came here for such a thing. Whoever sent you must be more of an idiot than you are. " The man gave a deep sigh. "How boring. I was thinking you were some assassin out for my life. I didn't expect this. Now the only reason to keep you alive is to find out who I should send your severed head to." Tyler's eyes hadn't the slightest bit of humor in them as he spoke. "What to do?" His face brightened. "Any luck on the search guys!?" he shouted to the men on the computer.
"Nothing sir." one of them shouted in return. Tyler sighed again and sunk into his seat.
"I guess we can just kill him and hang his body out by the piers. Sure to get some attention there."