Dark Wings (Open)

While Rudmed did not know the rules he assumed it would not matter if they were dead, "So they have someone close then? Good then we'll go introduce ourselves to them." Rudmed said standing up from his seat and looking around, "The balcony you said? We'd best get moving, after all I would hate to be late to our first meeting."

Rudmed scanned the crowd to double check the female biker's information. If there a wing here then surely he or she would be moving to inform the rest of the group, if not then a human would be quickly moving away from them in order to inform the Wings.

No one made a move to inform the Dark Wings. No one was going to risk getting involved in such affairs concerning those mutants- If there was one thing gangs could be counted on, it was their distrust of those above them.

As the bikers said, The VIP room at the far end of the second level was reserved for the Wings. Such was their arrogance they didn’t have guards, preferring to be left alone, or be approached with tribute. There were four of the mercenaries, clad in their body fitting night suits, emphasizing their muscles, their wings wrapped around them like rich, feathery cloaks. Their helmets removed to reveal their sneering, arrogant faces. They were all pale of complexion and had no piercings- such things were impractical to high speed flyers. At their sides were wicked blades and powerful custom heavy guns.

And, as was said, their room opened up to a balcony outside, the glass doors wide open. It was fairly obvious that a flyer who wished to flee could do so, but the open balcony served one other purpose...

Eli followed Rudmed. He spoke softly to him as they walked toward the VIP lounge, making sure no one else would hear over the music. "Who says we need information from them? They aren't likely to give it. No, I think we want their attention. Get them to send someone after us where we can fight them, shoot him down, take him prisoner, and interrogate him. Who knows, our scientist friend may be able to track them somehow from seeing these two."
He glanced behind him to see if Asimov was following, he hoped that the man could indeed detect them after seeing whoever was in the VIP room. It would make things much easier.

((MY bad. 4 Wings are in there.))

Eli smirked slightly, but continued to walk. He had a plan on getting their attention without violence. Well, without violence here anyway. He spoke quietly to Rudmed. "Don't worry, I'm not attacking them here. I'm just going to get them to send someone after us once we leave. Either that, or THEY attack us in a neutral area, then we can defend ourselves... right? By the way, don't look surprised when I lie, you might not like it, but it's necessary if we want to kill these little bastards."
He walked into the lounge, seeming quite cocky. "So, you represent the Dark Wings? Hopefully not the best they have to offer, otherwise it's going to be a short fight if you try to resist..." No doubt this would at least get their attention.

Eli smiled at the punk, completely relaxed, knowing this would probably just make him even more angry. "Not personally, but I know who you represent. My question to you: Do you know who you're talking to?" He chuckled, "You probably don't, but that's the way we like it, when our enemies don't even think we exist... until we kill we start killing them off by the hundreds that is. Nice perfume, by the way, trying to get a date? I know farmer that has some roosters he wants to breed. Anyway, as I said. I suspect you're just lowly representatives of your little gang. My superiors wish to speak with your leader, or leaders, if you have any."