Anyone else and Alonzo would be wearing his suit, tie, and cologne combo. Not his best look in his opinion, but great for impressing new clients. Fortunately, there were no new clients. Not really.<br/><br/>The music of the club, the decor, and the darker lights got a smile from him. Some recent Archeology digs he could thank for that- it had already been said that the Meso-American civilizations would be to the 21st century what Egypt was to the Victorian Age. Now this club, not entirely legal, was converting to a new look- like that of the temple of an Aztec god of Hedonism but with much more black lighting. The music was loud of course, but the space was big enough to get a spot toward the back and be heard.<br/><br/>Today, there was some people toward the back drinking pleasantly. Alonzo sat at one end of the table, wearing a wife-beater t-shirt, carpenter pants, and old hiking boots. Well, that and a survival knife strapped to his left leg. You'd never guess he was a strong candidate for the richest person in the club, definitely the richest male. He looked like after he was done partying he'd go off into the nearest wooded area and sleep outside tonight. Hell, maybe he was. Sounded fun. Besides, that's one of his best skills- surviving in areas civilization has given up on or never touched at all.<br/><br/>With very strong intentions of getting laid this evening, he put himself as close as he could to the two best candidates- Lana Croft and Olivia Haley. Lana he knew very well, an old associate and frequent client when she wanted to do some excavations in central America. The other was a young woman he's never met before, he knows her name is Olivia and that she seems to be a medic in the private security firm he was hiring. Preferably to get an arm around them both but that was in a perfect world. Good enough for him.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, here she is- my client and now yours too.</strong>" Alonzo begins in spanish- introducing Lana and some of the Vipers. The rest were out and mingling but everyone important was here. They weren't known for being the deadliest of groups, but they could keep their heads together and wouldn't slow down their trek through the jungle too much. Good enough for him.<br/><br/>"<strong>And the contract is very straight forward- I don't want anyone dead and it's quite possible you won't fire a single shot. All I want is that IF someone or something tries to kill my client or myself- you and yours try to kill it right back. Preferably first.</strong>"<br/><br/>The leader of the Vipers nods, understanding completely. Yes, they weren't the bloodiest group of "private security forces". Just the smartest.