The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Page A

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in the immediate vicinity for potential threats.
    Anastasia began backpedaling.  She sensed the waves of power
buildup radiating off Aaron.  It scared the shit out of her to be so close to
someone with that much caged aggression.  She was very sensitive to his energy
flows.  She’d attuned to him like a radio dialed in specifically to his
frequency.
    Ana mumbled, “You better not touch him.  That’s a big
mistake.”
    Michelle also stepped back several feet, looking forward to
the show with a nasty smirk.  She liked having Aaron deal with these
ridiculously small minded fools.  It gave her a new sense of power to have such
a fine warrior at her beck and call.
    She yelled to Aaron over Kramer’s shoulder, “Don’t hurt them
too much.  A short lesson, nothing more!”  She issued the warning, but it
carried no authority of compulsion behind it.  She much preferred Aaron act of
his own free will.  They had issues in the past when she abused her authority
over him.  It was better all the way around to avoid it.
    Aaron gave one last shot at diplomacy, “We are leaving now,
just let us go…” In the middle of his speech the Samoan made a move.  The
predator escaped its mental prison, whipping into control.  The Samoan reached
out his hand and promptly had his arm broken in three places with a lightning
strike downward chop.  Ana squeaked at the sound of crunching bones as the
Samoan stumbled back a pace into the hallway with a red-faced grunt.
    The predator would’ve advanced on the Samoan if not for the
marine.  Gung-ho made his move.  The marine was fast, but not fast enough.  He
stepped towards Aaron reaching to put a hold around his neck.  The predator
whipped out his elbow smashing gung-ho in the ribs.  The strike made a crackle-snap
sound of broken ribs with a wheeze of air from the marine as he collapsed where
he stood.
    The predator geared up for war.  His aggression levels
increased with every move the guards made.  Aaron was fast losing his ability
to control the predator’s lethality.  The predator still recognized a threat. 
He didn’t wait for anyone else to act.  He snapped forward whipping out an open
handed palm strike direct to Kramer’s chest.  The blow put Kramer on his back,
breathless from the impact.
    Anastasia did a little hop as she clapped and giggled.  “This
is so awesome!”  She was highly entertained by the violence.
    Kramer gasped and huffed, trying to catch his breath.  The
Samoan kept backing away with tears trickling down his face, favoring his broken
arm.  He was a tough one.  Beyond the initial grunt of pain, he hadn’t made a
sound.  The predator read the man’s submissive body language–– threat
canceled .  The marine was completely out of commission on the floor, he no
longer presented any danger.
    Aaron gradually regained control of his inner beast as the
situation subsided.  The predator went back into its cage, begrudgingly, for
the moment.
    Michelle stepped around Kramer where he lay on the floor,
strategically placing herself between him and Aaron.
    Kramer wheezed as he regained his feet.  “I’m sorry … huh …
please accept my apologies.  I was in the wrong.”
    Michelle helped him to his feet. “Yes that was very rude,
but we accept your apology.  Of course, there will be no further problème with security?  Oui? ”
    She played mediator to diffuse the situation.  Kramer had
enough power and authority to cause them serious problems.  A little diplomacy goes
a long way to avoiding the attention of the authorities.
    Aaron followed Kramer’s straight-line logic as he perceived
the fact that Michelle could unleash her dog on him, at any moment.  He assumed
Aaron was the hired muscle to her little game.  Kramer decided to play nice, for
now .
    “Yes, yes, this was all a mistake.  Really, I’d like to make
it up to you.  Would you accept my invitation to a VIP party tomorrow night? 
All our VIP clients will be