Six hours later, it was showtime. The night had fallen heavily over the city, the streets lit by flickering neon signs and the occasional streetlamp. Club Eclipse sat in a bustling district, its front flashing with bright lights and loud music thumping through the walls, drawing crowds of people seeking a good time. The line outside was long, filled with men and women dressed up, laughter and chatter mixing with the bass from inside. Harlan was dressed in a super expensive suit in the back of the van.
It was a tailored black fabric that fit his broad frame perfectly, a crisp white shirt underneath, and a watch that caught the light. His blonde hair was combed and styled neatly, giving him an almost foreign look with his sharp features and confident stance. He checked himself in a small mirror, adjusting the collar, then stepped out of the van parked a block away.
