The Wee-Quay nodded his head in the direction of the back of the bar “He’s in the VIP room” he said firmly. Already half regretting his decision to give the girl a hard time, if she turned out to be someone important Sylix might have his head….either way it was too late to do anything now. The VIP room was set in the back of the club, the far right corner. Dived from the rest of the bar by walls and a door, which was guarded by two more Wee-Quay, each of them armed with blaster rifles.