MASON WILLIAMS AND THE CELESTIAL SYSTEM

The Surveillance Room

The bartender led the way to the surveillance room, which was located in the interior of the club. The security teams, who had been watching Mason and the Celestial assassin, noticed they all heading toward their direction, and quickly coordinated themselves, waiting for their arrival.

After a few minutes, the door opens and Mason and the celestial assassins enter the room filled with monitors, surveilling inside and outside the club environment.

The team on duty quickly straightened their position, panning at the figure surrounded by a strong aura of power. They shifted their gaze from Mason to the familiar bartender, who stepped forward and whispered something to their ear. Hearing his information, they quickly jump to their feet, bowing their heads.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir, my name is Bobby and this is my partner, James, we are on call today. How can we be of help?” The man with a fast speech asked.

Mason, without responding, nodded at the bartender and he quickl