The Club is the biggest entertainment complex in the world. A hundred and thirty floors of clubs, bars, cafes, restaurants, adult entertainment venues, golf grounds, pools, and pretty much any other facility that people use to have a good time. All of this rising much higher than the city's other buildings, its top penetrating the clouds.





The complex was separated in three de facto different sectors, based on the price of the venues. As is usually the case, it was the most expensive towards the top.





Kenny had started out with his friends in one of the bars of the middle section. They then continued in a club, then gambled their way into a more expensive bar, and a more expensive club. And being pleasant young men, they befriended other pleasant young men from the higher floors, and they got in the higher floors' clubs.





They were by now drunk enough for Kenny to shout: "Let's check out the roof, I heard there is something awesome going on there, only for the real VIPs"





They made their way there, and showed the security guard the exclusive invitations they downloaded from a passed out "friend's" phone. Kenny had some tech-savvy friends, you see.





They got out on the roof, cold air, the city's night.





They saw people in business suits shooting missiles using launchers fixed on the roof.





"Yeaaah this is definitely destroying a block!" someone shouted.





Kenny asked a gentleman, as a missile was leaving a glowing trail in the night sky.

-Excuse me? What are these fireworks you are shooting?

-Fireworks? It's your first time here, right lad? These are the best smart missiles money can buy. We navigate them to warzones. You know, no one can tell the difference if one more missile fell on someone's head. Especially if they are stealthed like the one I will launch in 3, 2, 1... Haaaaaa!





And another missile left its launcher with noise.