"I've shown people MG's photo, and no one recognizes him," Beam said after returning. She walked up to where the alpha was waiting, her boots squeaking softly against the polished floor. She shook her head, tucking her phone back into her front pocket with a heavy, frustrated sigh that showed how tired she was getting.
Princess looked around the huge multi-level club. It looked more like a luxurious lounge mixed with a casino. Every table was occupied by wealthy patrons enjoying expensive drinks while playing cards, roulette, and other games.
The place wasn't a loud nightclub. Instead, smooth jazz drifted through the air, practically screaming money and wealth. The saxophone notes were low and steady, mixing with the quiet murmurs of the gamblers and the ice clinking in crystal glasses.
"So he's not here, and you left the hostages behind..." Princess said. She leaned her back against a heavy marble pillar, her arms crossed over her chest as her eyes scanned the top balcony.
