Munk stalked through the dank and smokey club, closely trailing the bodyguard back towards the private room. He wondered if it was necessary for them to walk straight through the crowd as he edged his way around half naked cocktail waitresses and bar patrons locked in a drooling zombie gaze upon the main stage.

His eyes followed the back stairs up to the private room, counting the few scattered guards and trying to distinguish any weapons from the shadows. His foot caught something square and heavy, throwing him face first towards a gyrating stripper lap. Munk caught himself on a nearby table and with a palm upon the floor. His body jerked to a stop mid-air, but something in his jacket didn’t. With a barely hidden thump resonating amongst the noisy bass, his magnum hit the floor.