Silent night. Another silent night. In a city like Los Angeles, it was rare to have a night so quiet, even for the Gentlemen. Not that they were complaining. No, the Gentlemen and their pets were having a
grand time. In a city so silent, they were never safer. Which was why they had waited so long to choose their targets. Seven lovely targets, seven lovely hearts, each one sweeter than the last. They were well protected, these lovelies, but patience indeed was a virtue, and one of their pets had discovered a crack in the defenses.
It was an hour past midnight when they flocked to the streets. Even the typical Los Angeles nightlife had quieted down, and so they were barely noticed. Seven men, in crisp black suits, with shoes polished to mirror-shine, gliding several inches off the ground, with over a dozen humanoid pets, each one wearing an unbound straight jacket and a full face mask. The Gentlemen glided down the street, their pets romping along beside them like obedient dogs. They drifted, one by one, wearing matching grins, into an old and condemned warehouse. The pets pulled apart the blockades, and the Gentlemen drifted purposefully into the sewers, moving unerringly under the city until they rose up again from the dank underground in the basement of their goal. The pets once again displayed their usefullness, pulling open the grates and the walls blocking the path, until they were, at last, within the walls that held their prizes.
The Hyperion Hotel. Home to seven lovely hearts, that would soon belong to them.
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