XXVI: Hecate
Pisces went inside the big private room of the president's official residential home, slumping down on the big couch in front of a mini stage where a stripper was pole dancing in. When the entertainer observed him, she started removing her top slowly, locking eye contact with the man. A server handed him a cold drink. He took it from the server's hand, smirking, not removing eye contact with the woman in front of her. He started sipping on his drink.
"Pisces! My man!" The Republican president entered the room shortly, which Pisces observed but he remained unbothered by the man's presence. "Benjamin told me you finished the mission three minutes late, but you still did it without being caught, so here's the award money I have promised you." Flynn dropped the envelope that had a stack of cash inside it, on the table just beside the couch where the assassin was sitting on.