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“Hey you!” A young woman shouted her greeting as she walked up on Prowl who was seated at the bar and facing the dance floor of the nightclub he was attempting to enjoy. His silver eyes looked up at the female as he gave her soft smile as a way to show that he heard her over the blaring music.

“What’s up?!” Prowl replied loudly before taking a sip of his Long Island Iced Tea. It was drink that hadn’t died like most of the human race, and ASIT officer was thankful of that blessing.

“Why aren’t you dancing?! Come on let’s dance!” The female urged as she took his hand and attempted to pull him from the stool he sat on. Prowl had tried to shake his head, but once she got him on his feet, he followed behind her like her slave as she dragged him away from the bar. His reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy dancing, but more because he wasn’t feeling too great after hearing recent news of the ASIT team that had went in on a false lead. Not only did something like that mess up the reputation for ASIT, but it also gives a blow to the recon and tactics specialists. It’s their job to prevent things like that from happening
 to guide the team to success. Right now, Prowl just wanted to drink until he wasn’t worried about the whole thing anymore. With a sigh, he tilted his head back before chugging his drink. It wasn’t until he was in the center of the dance floor being bumped by several bodies that he decided to drop his emptied disposable cup. At first Prowl scowled at the people around him before the song changed to one he was all too familiar with. It was Ned Blitz, his favorite artist, and this was possibly Prowl’s favorite song of all time. With a new found smile, Prowl moved to the rhythm of the music while matching his partner who had brought him into the crowd. This is exactly what he needed. No pressure, no worries
 Just himself, a hot complete stranger, and the music. “You’re good!” The female commented. It made Prowl chuckle before leaning in and speaking. He didn’t enjoy yelling.

“Thanks, I know.” He said with a smirk that matched his overconfident comment. Prowl was cocky whenever you gave him a chance to be. The comment made the female roll her eyes silently as she continued to dance. She let a smile slip from her lips as Prowl chuckled at her reaction. “You’re pretty good yourself!” He said just to stay on her good side, but why? His eyes looked her over before he met her eyes again. It was rare to see someone without an exposing augment in this section of District 83. It could easily be seen as the female danced surrounded by her peers that looked like they threw their humanity out the window with how showy their low grade augments. Her standing out wasn’t a bad thing in this situation, but it made him wonder why she hadn’t ran with the crowd, or perhaps her augments were high grade and harder to find
 Maybe she couldn’t afford them
 Or she couldn’t for medical reasons
 She found the process to be scary? Maybe disgusting? Could she be one of those radicals that hated people that possessed augments? The questions flooded the young man’s mind rapidly before he heard the dreadful sound of the flat toned beep that called him to duty. It was sounding off in his head, which made him regret accepting that implant. Then again, if he hadn’t had it, he would have definitely missed the notification. Fuck
 Prowl thought as he frowned and suddenly walked off of the dance floor and immediately to the men’s restroom. Prowl entered an empty stall and accessed N with the pen shaped device issued to the field officers. “ASIT
” He sighed before saying the rest. “Codename, Prowl.”

“Audio input recognized. You have received an audio message from
” Prowl didn’t give N the chance to finish.

“You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.” N relayed, before the device was quickly back in Prowl’s pocket. He patted the breast pocket of his black and gray plaid button down shirt and felt that his sidearm was comfortably in place. With another sigh, Prowl left the stall. He was hoping he didn’t have to do much work, but it was never that simple. He was the start to every operation. The optimistic would describe him as the spearhead. Prowl would just call himself the guy who went in blind and unknowingly before getting back to the others to tell them what crazy shit he discovered while risking his life. Upon exiting the restroom, he headed for the exit. He didn’t even get to get that girl’s number let alone her name.

As he headed for his vehicle, he stopped and shook his head. He shouldn’t have chugged that last one. With his third sigh, he hailed a taxi and stepped inside. “1348 Normandy
 District 83.”

“Gotcha
 You know people usually go there in pairs or in groups
 never alone.” The cab driver commented as Prowl just raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know what the man meant until he shut his eyes and accessed a virtual layout of the district. 1348 Normandy
 Ohhhhh! Prowl just chuckled. He wondered if his new leader had gotten himself between a crazy prostitute and a hard place. In due time he guessed.