Some times you become a divided spy, the woman section of the ground floor was empty, the investigators investigating investigators and the escalators who led upstairs to the men's section with a huge poster of a model in pink lingerie hangs on the club defining my nearing heart quickening fear. Once have pass from the open plan. Showering after the blood sprayed, who thought they gathered the product right here and I had been played till I found out, there was no other chance than shooting. My cover is working, at least they think I'm a sort of detective on the side of the justice minding my own business, using dancers as informants, but hey. The closer the night enters and the sudden the foot steps, that won't be making you a hero in Gotham.  Whomever it was walking possibly unobtrusively as possible, not natural, the rhythm is controlled as if for the first time. Calculating the time.

 Got dress in a few seconds, is not easy being a divided spy, you get to befriend them all, it feels deep enough the compromising material to hurt them, checking on the reflection in the mirror, still no sign moved backwards it turned around looking back at the entrance, I knew it, is not from the club. 

  Coming out from the changing room held on the rim of my panama hat sensing with surveillance the peripheral vision, was walking towards her, and then she saw me, turning her onto a sort of cannon, but the light brown jacket was exactly the same as mine, she was much alert than the woman I had seen in Somerset House that day. Thought she was intending to introduce herself with the gun on her side to kill me. 

  Sometimes you are ahead, some others you are behind, but is not always who shoots first. Was not going to waste time on informational jealousy or whom is wearing anti-bullet protective cover under the jacket. I'm not afraid of the dark, but reinventing myself all over again that will never happen. Integrity is getting your path to guard confidential agreements in breach of sensible information who trades the crafts for the associates. 

  She held her gun back in her pocket, it was like she was sleeping on her dreams, her looking dress pyjamas and the eye recognition of whom I'm truly, decoded a certain reward. Told her nothing, if she remained silence her life will continue, whom ever would shoot first was not the matter, after all, learning is a process. The Administration deals what the finest agents double the price. 

  She turned and walked back towards the entrance, going down the stairs to where she came from. To my intense relief, because I'm also human to some degree, you never really get to know what is in the other side of the coast, on my part is not much about controlling someone else or wishing them a death, If I can use that energy an only major impact so it roles for it all, but finding out if the toxicity of a virus would come part of my immune system by the threat of no other choice or death. Got down, picked up a white block to note, then walked directly towards a table on the V.I.P.  area. Electricity on the air by the movements between the dancer's legs, my cover, invisible to any passer by, which confirmed that the meeting could safely go ahead. 

 As she sits and picked the drink then the gun after seen the man walking into the upper room, because they were all Gotham's people for the elections of the Mayor in Gotham, murders jointed by the Gotham City Police Department to combat Delta Force, Oswald the Pinguin has many resources, he even tried to kill Jim Gordon the detective I worked for. With Batman alongside who vowed not to let him take over their city. The Fish Mooney's Nightclub started to be filled. 

"How much do you wan't for your silence, power?" Asked her with ambiguity as if her interpretation of the truth is worthless once my question has been stablished for the commune affairs, potentially very dangerous.  "Money, and fast I got my relations to handle my power thank you." The uncirculated air in the underground club is getting kind of dense, if I could protect myself from scrutiny turning the cards of the game faster, she seem soulless. "Did you sleep with him?"  It would change it all, she would be his if she did, I know it from precedent information. 

She added a few argumentative illusions about the extend to which people want and need a cause for each other's harm, political classes, exhausted by the effort of not giving me the answer nodded showing her under my hat an eye before the other. She confessed trying to make a difference in the world, to avoid the clash of systems and personalities and as I deepen her mind she told me about the night with him. 

 "It was coarse sex, you won't believe me if I tell you that I nearly feel in love with his insatiable satisfaction, more than a wonderful lover he is probably telling the truth with his body, its not easy to get sensible from him you know?" She stretched her leg above the table crossing the other one adding suspension to advise me, I'm known to pay well for it. Extended the eye with a curving nod for her to continue. "So, have I?" Admitted the passionate by the way she hid her inner extremities and at the time she wished to show them off, how the night owning excess still palpitated over her skin, possessing her to desire him all over again, touching the horizons around her body she thought about the night with an open mouth, her silence talked with imprudence as I asked her to not name him, she seem just as happy as the other girls whom I've investigate, although one girl did write to me "We always got on well physically, it's just that he is such a bastard he gets away by having it all" They all alerted me, they're all probably telling me the truth, not the truth I wan't, having sex all the time. It might help me identify some commune problems to profile him. "So tell me, there is a War coming, the dead bodies dropped in the river of Gotham" I knew why, but I had to seem as if I was worried for the next one and asked her why. "He feels free to indulge in harmless deviations, biting, gnawing chunks of flesh from each other, then he goes on a rampage killing the imperfects appearing to be agreeable to the alliances with the mobs, making them fight each other." It was disturbing, I'm not going to lie to myself. I hate this job, hiding all the time, hiding. Conceding intimidate request to match the information is one thing, to fall in the sins of the city, another. She gave me the address noting Victoria Vale would be there.