Part 2
Edwin inclined his head to them, “Give me a few moments gentleman, and I’ll be right with you.” Going over to his closet he pulled out a favorite suit of his, and went to the bathroom. Slipping it on, he then fixed his hair, and eyed the bottle of Tylenol on the sink. He smirked at the thought, and knew he ought to take some. In the bottle wasn’t really Tylenol. Edwin, over the years, had made lots of friends in high places. There was a girl, in the Pharmaceutical department of one of the companies that was ‘partnered’ with the HILE, who’d taken a liking to Edwin years ago. They’d dated for a while until she saw that he could not tear himself away from his job. However, the two had managed to stay friends and he came to trust her a lot over the years. There was a drug that the company had made, one that they had never turned over to the HILE. It was a mixture between an anti-anxiety drug and a pain killer. The effect of the pill was superb for going undetected by lie detectors, and drug tests. Unless they did a blood sample, then it was all over for Edwin. Spilling one into the palm of his hand, he filled one of the hotel plastic cups with water and downed it. Licking his lips he let out a sigh. He could do this. One more to get through, at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

He was led to the LV division of the HILE in an unmarked black car. Bloody Americans. Edwin thought to himself, eyes staring out the window.

For six, six bloody hours Edwin was interrogated, put through various lie detector tests, and even threatened. None of it worked. It was nothing more than a simple misunderstanding, God forbid that Edwin actually be wrong about something.

Then, the unexpected happened. His Chief Inspector was there in the interrogation room. He gave a look to Edwin, let out a sigh and proceeded to tell him that Edwin would be reassigned to easier cases, after of course, his two week suspension pending the investigation. They fought about his suspension and reassignment, although Edwin’s argument was sort of weak due to the drug in his system. The tuxedo rental was brought up to which Edwin had already explained to the other HILE officers about the opening of the art gallery that night in Vegas.

With a roll of his eyes and grinding his teeth he handed over his badge, and gun. “I’ll fucking be back in two weeks. I am not lying to you lot.”

With that he turned on his heel, grabbed up his suit jacket and walked out. It was then that Edwin found himself walking to the nearest convenient store and buying a pack of cigarettes and lighter. He’d quite smoking years ago, but now he needed one more than ever. As he packed them he glanced around, lips pursing in thought. There had been mention of a young woman that was working at one of the local strip clubs who was supposedly using her powers against the men in there. There was a plan to get her out of there and into one of the facilities the next night.

He could do with a drink, and he could get her out of there while he was at it. So with that he made his way to Temptress.

He ordered a drink, a nice glass of whiskey and settled himself a few tables back from the stage. He waved a few of the girls off, telling them to leave him be and that if a girl named Vala came in to send her his way.

His tie became undone, his shirt was slightly rumpled and untucked. He looked like a business man that had had a deal gone badly. He hadn’t eaten, but the food that the place offered didn’t sit well with him at the moment. He was half-way through his second glass of whiskey when a pretty dark haired girl with at least three shopping bags came up to him.