Afterlife, the Bar Not the One After Death

Crynn POV

"Time to get off this seat," I said and unbuckled the seatbelts, taking one last look at the camera before getting off. I sighed as I opened my briefcase which I'm expecting to also be affected by the magical power decrease but miraculously no, it's still as spacious as before with all my items stashed.

I pulled out my Mle.1950, probably about the most primitive weapon in this future but I'll just have to take it. "That is a really old gun model," even Calian thinks so, I did bought it in the 70s, not the 2070s but the century before that. Next, I pulled out a shoulder holster because am I seriously going to carry a gun on my hand at all times, of course not.

I checked the magazine just in case, well, there's a bullet or two missing but that's no biggie. "So, safety's off?" I eyed his glorious looking silenced submachinegun with an umbrella colored red and white on it. "My safety's always off," hah, typical, I went through the door to see that everyone is basically ready to face the action.

Aria has her laser pistol out and Jill Valentine is sporting a big badass shotgun, that would certainly hurt. "So everyone ready?" I tried to be encouraging but I can't really know if it worked or if it failed miserably. "Ready as I can ever be," Jill said, "Just open the door," and Aria said as well, I'll take the both of the answers as a yes, I'm suspenseful.

I eyed Calian as he took my affirmation for granted and pressed the button letting the sliding door slowly open. We opened just in time as well, the aircraft has successfully touched down with its blue thrusters still running vigorously, blowing wind and dust all over, creating a perfect smokescreen for a cool entrance.

"Well, let's go find this women," Calian said and I stepped down, not bothering to flap the smoke away. "Just act normal, I had done this tens to hundreds of times, there's only three times out of all that, that erupted into gunfire, so we should be fine, after all, the odds are in our favor," Jill spoke but I can't help but still think of tiny percentage of all of this going to the bin.

"Feels like I'm in some drug movie," Aria said but I think we're done talking for the moment. We walked out as the wind brought the smoke away, strolling out of it, 4 absolutely stylin' dudes and gals, carrying weapons, wearing fashion. That sounds so cheap but I love it! All the gangsters and criminals looked wary as they silently backed with weapons ready and fingers at the triggers.

I gazed forward where an entrance decorated in neon lights with an electrocardiography heart beat symbol on top of it, this should be the doorway to the afterlife, not the afterlife, afterlife, but the bar, Afterlife, sorry. We calmly walked as everyone standing by the entrance scurried away, letting us through, do we look that menacing.

We're like give way everybody or we'll shoot, keep your distances! Yeah, not that exaggerated. To be honest, the entrance of this place looked a bit shabby. I mean, it's very fancy neons and everything but past the neons, it's just a stairway, one going up and the other going down. We walked right through and went down, there's signs obviously and they're pointing down instead of up, so we followed.

Now this is a lot better, a metal and sci-fi themed automatic sliding opened and we are greeted by yet a lot more neons and also a 5 meter hallway with arcade machines on the left and right. The problem, why is no one's playing. The answer, it's simple, everyone is not paying attention at the arcades, they all have their eyes on us and their hands on their pistols, why is everyone free to carry firearms, you know what, not my business.

"Stop right there, what dealings have you got in the Afterlife," a big muscular man said, more like warned, he is wearing a leather jacket, the tip of his nose is metal and his entire chin up to both his jaws have been switched with cybernetics, is cybernetic the new fashion meta or something, because that's not very appealing to me, maybe I'm just too ancient.

"We heard that this bar belongs to the best fixer in this city, and I'm here not for the bar, but the fixer. Someone with such a title must have an equally excellent network, to put it simply, we'd liek to purchase information from her," Calian smoothly explained and put on a British accent, no doubt to add on voice attraction and I can agree with that, the British accent is better heard than the American one.

The bouncer guarding the last door towards the Afterlife squinted his eyes suspiciously. He finally rolled it and his eyes glowed red all of a sudden. "Boss, the guys from the aerodyne would like to meet you, to buy information.... Hmm... Alright," whoa, did he just phone his boss through his eyes or some internal body communication system? If so, that's very, very advanced!

"You can go in, don't try anything funny. And lastly, welcome to the Afterlife," The bouncer spread his right hand in welcome as the door opened by itself, so I shrugged and went in. The interior of the bar sure is something, that's putting it lightly. It's a neon haven, dominated by green and yellow, it's quite elegant in a way that I can't quite put it in.

What's more interesting is that there are these long big tubes, full of water with not fish inside but humans, female dancers. Although these dancers wear absolutely nothing other than the skin, they don't have nipples nor other more... sensitive parts that a women should have. And I say they are dancers because they are genuinely dancing by flailing their arms and legs in style, like dancing.

"The boss is straight ahead to your left," the bouncer said before the door closed on us, this is about to get very interesting or very normal, we'll see.