Dance Party

[Borovsky]

The internet was full of radical things. Flying car attempts, car crashes, rockstars showing off in clubs. Martin didn't make it a habit of watching those stupid videos for entertainment values, but sometimes idiots were filmed using the power of the gods. The onlookers were unaware of it all - all a trick. And some of the time it was. But in this instance, it was not. It was real. He'd watched the boy in question for months before he decided he was a godling to put down.

And tonight of all nights he was abusing his power - all in the hopes of putting on a good show. Martin had a team of snipers sitting around this makeshift club. All with their lasers off all trained on the stage waiting for any damage to be done, otherwise, they'd get him as he was leaving. A single shot to his head. His sister was here, and she would go too, two bullets to be lost today. And a third, and possibly more if the wolves attacked. The monsters were becoming brazen these days - walking in the daylight was one thing, but in the limelight? That was completely another story.

Martin himself was walking the edge of the dance floor. His eyes on the stage.

The lights went out and the fog crept across the stage. Martin whispered into the coms. "Anyone have eyes on the targets?"