A way out was easy to find, if you knew where to look. Most avoided rooftops, but that was where I met them, those who begged for my help. Tonight marked another purge, as I came to call these things. Streetlights cast a blue glow over the city, the chosen color meant to sooth the citizens. To say city life has been stressful the last few weeks would be a drastic understatement.
"No man left behind. Yeah. I don't believe in that." I sniffed. "If you don't keep up, I won't turn back for you. Got it?"
The huddled group nodded together. I counted ten of them, a new record, but I would be lucky to help half tonight. As the group looked on, awaiting my instructions, I twisted my spiked heel into the rooftop gravel, popping open the trap door leading into the club below. Music blew through the opening.
I glanced at their pale, nervous faces. A couple had the damned dragon shirts, though most had tried to look inconspicuous. Once we were all in it wouldn't matter.
"One more time," I said. "What's tonight's mission?"
"Talk to girls," they intoned.
"Good. Now, we're going in."
I waited at the rear to make sure no one backed out. When the last one dropped in, I followed, relieved.
Taking nerds to a club is tough, yeah, but someone's gotta do it.
Opening: Lisa Aldin.....Continuation: Khazar-khum