The soft ping in his ear alerts him to another update from his over-watch team. He reaches up and taps the small pod hidden by a layer of hair; acting like he’s rearranging the cross earring that dangles from his earlobe. Omni’s monotone voice relays the uploaded message. ‘Blue is an unknown operative, proceed with caution.’ Wynn resists the urge to swear out loud and rearranges the lapels of his suit jacket. He brushes his hand down over the left lapel twice, removing non-existent dirt, to indicate the message had been received. He only needed to complete the gesture once for ‘message received’ but the extra brush was to remind them that he wasn’t stupid. He knows that Trace would have had eyes on him from the moment he left the base and knows his non-verbal response was received by the soft blip from his comm. He comes up to a crossing and waits amongst the throng of people for the lights to change. His eyes continue to scan the crowd, although he knows Greer will be keeping an eye out for this Blue character. The only point at which he has to worry about having no one to watch his back is when he enters the club. The line outside of The Inferno appears to stretch around the block. He approaches from the opposite side and walks straight up to the rope separating the eager party-goers from the nightclub doors. He offers one of the bouncers’ a coy smile as he taps the VIP pass already strapped to his wrist. The bouncer rakes his eyes over Wynn before offering him a small smile and a nod of his head before lifting the rope for him to step through. “Thank you,” Wynn says, running his fingertips lightly over the bouncers’ forearm while passing. He nods again and Wynn offers him a brighter smile before moving through the doors into the club. The bouncer just inside the doors is even less scrupulous and simply ushers Wynn further into the establishment. Wynn reaches up to rearrange his earring and taps his comm twice to let the rest know that he hasn’t run into any trouble upon entering. He’s thankful that neither of the bouncers’ looked too closely, as the band around his wrist might not have held up to closer inspection. He smooths down his jacket as he walks down the corridor; the music getting increasingly louder and the tremor from the bass more forceful. The outfit was definitely the right choice and he’s thankful, yet again, for not listening to Farren’s advice on the matter. Pushing open the final set of doors he is bombarded by sights, sounds and smells to which he takes a minute to accustom himself to before stepping fully through. A number of people turn at the disturbance of the door but after a quick appraisal of the newcomer they turn their attention back to the dance floor. Wynn follows their eyes to a figure standing in the centre of the dance floor moving languidly. He’s surrounded by gyrating bodies but, still, he stands out over the rest even though his face isn’t even visible from this angle. His suit jacket is hanging off of his finger over his shoulder but the blue pocket flower is still visible under the flashing lights. Wynn moves forward slowly, mesmerised by the vision before him. He manages to halt himself before he steps onto the dance floor and instead moves over to the bar where he orders a mojito. He downs it and looks up at the stone ceiling with its metal rafters hoping to find some guidance on how to proceed. He doesn’t believe in God but right now that’s all he has since Trace and Greer didn’t hack into the club’s security feeds. It would have made their operation too noticeable. He calls the bartender back to him and asks for the same again. He sips the second mojito more slowly, savouring the taste. The action gives him time to reassess the situation and scan the rest of the club; including the balcony overhead where the target is stood eyes rapt on the moving figure in the centre of the dance floor. “Omni,” he says softly with his lips on the rim of his glass. He only carries on with his message when he hears the tell-tale tone that means Omni is listening. “Blue found, identified, known, changing plan accordingly.” He finishes the last of his drink and moves swiftly around the edge of the club till he’s at the corner of the second bar on the opposite side of the big open space filled by the dance floor. From here Blue, also known as Hunter, should spot him in seconds. As usual, Wynn isn’t wrong. When their eyes meet across the dimly lit room a cocky smirk spreads across Hunter’s face and he beckons Wynn to him with a crook of his finger. Wynn starts moving through the shifting crowd; stepping lightly, and quickly making his way to Hunter’s side. Just before he can reach him a red-headed woman with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes tries to pull him in for a dance. Before she can pull him any further away a smooth but calloused hand appears over hers on Wynn’s arm. She looks up into bright eyes and Hunter leans in to whisper to her. “I’m afraid this one’s mine.” A soft sound leaves her lips and she slips her hand off of Wynn’s arm and out from under Hunter’s before being embraced back into the sea of bodies. Wynn goes to turn around but Hunter moves quicker, pressing himself against Wynn’s back and moving him in time to the beat. His hot breath puffs lightly over Wynn’s ear causing the cross earring Wynn is wearing to sway. “Fancy seeing you here,” Hunter says speaking directly into his ear. “If I’d known you were also working this evening I might have thought twice about showing up.” Wynn spins so he’s facing Hunter and wraps his arms around his neck. “Liar,” he says which earns him a raised eyebrow. “You love a challenge.” “You’ve got me there,” Hunter replies his lips brushing lightly against Wynn’s cheek. “Although,” he pulls back and appears to appraise Wynn, “you’re not exactly a challenge any more.” “I’m gonna have to disagree with you there,” Wynn says slotting his thigh in between Hunter’s legs and moving them both to the changing beat. “Hmm.” They continue to move together and out of the corner of his eye Wynn sees the target watching the two of them intently. “Are they your target too?” Hunter asks having hidden his face from the balcony by leaning in close to his ear again. Wynn doesn’t want to give him a straight answer but he had known he would have to the moment he decided to engage Hunter. He turns them so his back is to the balcony. “Yes, but you seemed to have captured their attention.” “Oh, I don’t know about that,” Hunter says and Wynn can feel his smile against his skin. “How long ago did you come in?” “About twenty minutes ago, why?” “Something, or should I say someone, else caught their attention at about the same time.” Hunter spun Wynn so they were both facing the balcony now, “and considering the way they’re staring at the two of us I think you might have been the distraction.” “What is it you’re after exactly?” Wynn says trying to keep up the sensual sway of his hips. “Information,” Hunter replies. “About what happened to me.” Wynn lolls his head back on to Hunter’s shoulder and moves to indicate a nod. “I thought as much.” “What about you?” Hunter asks. “Are you here to infiltrate?” “Ye-” Omni chimes in his ear and a recorded message of Pealle’s voice starts to play. “Leave Wynn, bring Blue with you, something’s wrong.” This time Wynn doesn’t manage to the stop the swear word from passing his lips and Hunter pulls him in closer obviously knowing something is wrong. Wynn keeps his head on Hunter’s shoulder and says, as quietly as he can while still being heard, “we need to leave, now.” Hunter mouths at his neck and mumbles, “Lets hope we’ve put on a good enough performance for our exit to seem inconspicuous.” Wynn turns and initiates a kiss which Hunter deepens. Wynn then lets himself be dragged through the crowd towards the doors. Just as they’re about to pass through the doors leading out into the corridor there is a loud explosion and the two are sent flying down the corridor away from the blast. Wynn’s head is ringing and he can’t move. He tries moving his head to the side to see if Hunter is still there but his vision blurs. The last thing Wynn hears over the muffled screams of people trapped inside the building before passing out is Omni’s voice relay another uploaded message. ‘Our apologies Agent 253, we needed the target distracted, it was the only way. We thank you for your service.’