Zack drove back to the club after having stopped home to pick up some more money, and a few toys which were stuffed into a messenger bag laying across his chest.  Waving the valet away he drove his bike around to the back of the club.  He knew that the bouncers were probably told not to let him in.  He didn't have too good of a relationship with the owner, but his connections made sure that he was usually allowed certain privileges.<br/><br/>Walking to the same employee entrance that he was thrown out of many times he pulled a small lock pick set from his bag.  Quickly he put his skilled hands to work, opening the door almost as fast as he would of if he had to fumble around with a key.  Stowing the picks back into the bag he walked inside nodding to anyone he saw to try and make it seem like he was supposed to be there.  Walking back into the club he smiled and acted as though he was part of the party.  But now he was here on business, he wanted to talk to Jeff.  He heard that he might be making some new business partnership with a certain establishment and he wanted in.  He had gotten rather sick of simply tracking down witnesses and informants for his employers.  He was craving something a bit more... interesting.<br/><br/>Heading straight to the bouncer at the VIP section he kept his face away from him while shaking his hand, which was filled with a few folded bills.  The man smiled and waved his arm for Zack to enter.  Continuing on he saw the large door that he knew headed to the main office, as well as some other rooms.  This lock would be a bit tougher, and people were around.  Regardless he had to try.  Standing in front of the door he discreetly looked around before stepping very close, using his body to mask what he was doing, as he slid the bag to his front and opened his set of picks up.  Within a few minutes he had the door open, and he quickly lifted his keys up from his bag, making a point to jingle them visibly before putting them into his pocket.<br/><br/>Although having only been back here once or twice before he could remember that his office was at the end of the hall.  Slowly walking down he checked his shoulder holster to confirm to himself that he was armed, just in case.  Looking around he decided to simply stand against the wall next to the door on the left.  He didn't want to disturb anyone when he was actually trying to make a decent impression for once, and he couldn't quite remember which room was the office.<br/><br/>Shrugging to himself he relaxed on the wall as he took out a rather durable looking PDA and began checking on local news stories.