"We need to be careful," Petra whispered as they walked towards the bouncers. "They're well hidden but those guys are packing army-issue pistols hidden under their suits." She smiled slightly at Morrison's look of surprise. "I work as a spy Rick, this is the kind of thing I get paid to notice."<br/><br/>"Tickets please," said one of the bouncers when they had reached the door. He took a look at them, studying his list before turning to have a whispered conversation with his colleague, which made Petra feel more tense. But a moment later he came back. "My apologies for the delay, you may enter," the bouncer said, moving aside to let them through.<br/><br/>They found themselves in an immense ballroom, packed full of men and women of a wide variety of ages deep in conversation, the occasional waiter moving between groups with champagne or plates of nibbles.<br/><br/>"I don't see Snake or Yuchi here yet," Petra said, turning her head so only Skylar and Morrison could hear what she was saying. "Carlo is though, at the top of the stairs talking to the tall, leggy blonde girl. Hard to miss him because he's the only guy who'd wear red shoes to a party like this."