Things up above were getting… complicated. Something was going on that was above Amelia’s status, causing a bit of a panic among her fellow Seraphs. The Big Boss hadn’t attended their last several conferences, which had all the Angels in a tizzy. All except for the Elite whom, unlike Amelia and the other’s on the Guard, were actually provided some sort of secret explanation. The rest were instructed to carry on with business as usual. Well, that just wasn’t going to work for Amelia this time.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Much to her superior’s surprise, Amelia requested a sabbatical. Angels of the Guard were free to come and go as they pleased, with permission from the Elite of course, and only if there wasn’t any work to be done. Amelia, however, was never one to ask to leave before. She was granted permission on one condition – she had to attend the Grand Opening of some new night club called Elevate. She was provided no further explanation, no reason or instructions of what she should do once she arrived there; she was told simply to attend and report back with anything of consequence she might stumble upon.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Amelia felt ridiculous and completely over dressed as she waited in line for the bouncer to open the doors. She peered around and saw women exposing as much skin as was legal, dressed in tight dresses with high, knee-length boots or stiletto heels. She, however, did not receive the dress code memo. Her black, flowy skirt was longer than any of the others she’d seen, modestly covering her knees and her shoes were similar to ballet flats. Her dark grey blouse was form fitting and V-neck, covered discreetly by a black cardigan. She mentally cursed herself for her outfit choice, and worried that she wouldn’t be allowed entry into the club at all. She wondered if she was denied if she would have to return to Heaven.<br/><br/><br/><br/>When the doors finally opened and the line started moving, she let out a breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding. She had no idea what to expect, no frame of reference for what would be inside this mysterious night club that she was sent to. When Amelia approached the security guard, clutching her fake identification and money in one hand and securing her cardigan closed in the other, an ominous feeling creeped up her spine like a cold breath and she shivered. The guard barely glanced at her before stepping aside so she could enter. With a deep breath and determination in her green eyes, she stepped inside the quickly filling club.