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Rave On, Rage On


Max, Maggie, Angst & Pretty stood outside the warehouse; they could hear the pulsating bass of the music radiating from inside. Max didn't know where he was at the moment, nor did her care; all he knew is that whatever was inside had to be dealt with once and for all. He felt Maggie's hand on his shoulder.

"You sure you want to do this now?" she asked with tenderness.

"Yeah," he replied, his tone as cool as the evening air. "It has to be done. Now is the time."

A huge limo pulled up to the front of the building; two suits got out with half a dozen bodyguards and headed towards the doors. They scanned the perimeter and noticed nothing unusual. Max's eyes narrowed; there was hate burning behind his pupils. It took all his will to stop himself from pulling out Pain & Joy and going John Woo right then and there.

"The information is correct," Max said. "There he is."

"Let's do this," Maggie replied. She turned to face Pretty and glanced over to Angst.

Angst was moving with the music. Her body swaying with the beat, she was a part of the rave generation and it showed. Angst nodded but kept moving with the music, though you could see the expression on her face change. She was transforming with the ritual of dance.

After a few more moments Max turned to Pretty and nodded.

Pretty dropped the duffel bag on the ground between them and unzipped it.

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They approached the door to the warehouse, Max forward, Maggie to the left and Angst to the right. The walked towards the bouncer, who looked up at them and their clothes. The bouncer was about to say something but a kick to the groin by Angst stopped him. 

Pretty watched from his binoculars. Normally after a deal he would disappear into the night because, once a transaction was finished, he wasn't needed anymore. Tonight he stuck around, not only out of curiosity, but out of friendship to Max. He knew this time was as different as day was to night. He watched Maggie throw open the steel door and saw them go inside.

From his vantage point, he could hear the music and see flashes from elevated windows and hear the sounds of combat.

"It's your dance, my friend," Pretty whispered.