Chapter 1: The Shooting Star

Wendy knew as soon as she entered The Shooting Star, that her life would never be the same. She'd wanted to believe that this was a simple job, that she could get in, find the girl and get out. But it wasn't. She should have declined that rich pricks request, but when Preston Northwest stumbled into her office, begging her to find his daughter she couldn't help but say yes. It was relatively easy to ask the girls friends where they'd last seen her and they'd all responded with the same thing, The Shooting Star. She'd heard of the club before, owned by the infamous Pines Twins, relatives of Mr Mystery a mob boss who had owned the lower depths for decades. She'd looked up the club online and found its opening time wasn't for a good few hours so she went home to change into something that was likely to get her in. And now she was here, in her best green dress, staring at one of the owners of the club as he danced to the music coming from the stage in the centre of the room. A young woman with brown hair with a single purple streak through it, clad in a stunning navy cocktail dress, sung along to the myriad of instruments the band around her played. The owner wore a black suit, lines of blue wiring going up his left sleeve and down across the torso of the jacket. She could see from here the blue lights of his right arm, obviously cyberneticaly enhanced but to what extent she couldn't tell. His hair was longer than she'd expected, it hung in front of his eyes as he danced with an eerily similar brunette. They shared the same brown eyes and face shape, but if she thought his hair was long it had nothing on the girl he was currently twirling under his arm. It flowed down to just above her hips, fanning around her like the wings of a great dragon. Deciding that she'd watched for long enough, Wendy crept towards the bar and ordered herself a drink. As she sipped at the whiskey in her hand, glancing at the neon that climbed the walls like vines, she felt someone seat themselves next to her at the bar.
"I must say, I don't think I've ever seen someone as beautiful as you in my club before, trust me I'd remember." She looked up into a pair of deep hazel eyes. The man with the robot arm thrust the artificial limb towards her, intending for her to shake it. "Names Mason, but my friends Dipper." His voice oozed with a confidence that didn't reach his eyes, the two orbs failing to hide his nerves.
She shook his hand once, faking a sickly sweet smile, "Well Mason, it is a pleasure to meet you." She proceeded to remove her hand from his and take a long sip from her drink. She watched him panic for a second at her response before returning to his calm demeanour.
"I simply must ask you for a dance, it would be a tragedy not to."
Wendy laughed at him before taking a second to give him a once over. "Maybe, if you're extra nice to me, but no promises." She winked at him but was unable to see his response as a loud string of gunshots rang across the room. The detective and her attempted dance partner looked over to see the source of the noise and were met by a sight that turned both their bloods cold. Three men stood in the door way, yellow and black pinstripe suits identical as the rifles they were holding. But what made them truly unique was the bright yellow cybernetic eyes they all sported, a single black slit across the centre.
Their leader, a tall, black haired man cleared his throat. "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we are a simple curtsy call from our employer, Mr Cipher, he would like us to give a special gift to the Grandniece and Nephew of Mr Mystery." Dipper watched as the man hoisted his weapon onto his shoulder and beckoned towards him and his sister. The twins glanced quickly at each other before walking towards the three men. The twins stood side by side in front of their assailants, Dippers arms folded and Mabel's on her hips.
"Ahh, came quietly I'm disappointed I expected more of a fight. I'd heard such good thin-" his comment was interrupted by two very swift actions. First was the loud crack of Dippers right arm as it warped from its usual shape to form a wide opening at the end, followed by two jet black bolts lodging themselves into the men either side of the speaker. Before they could fully acknowledge the bolts a surge of 2000 volts pulsed through their bodies and they crumpled to the floor.
As this was happening the other Pines twin lunged forwards, reaching into the leg of her dress to remove a pair of knives. She thrust one into the foot of the leader, before shooting upwards and slicing the other across the arm that was holding the gun.
He yelped in pain, dropping his weapon as the elder pines twin grasped him by the throat, "Don't you dare threaten me in my club ever again." She pushed him backwards, eliciting a roar of pain from the man. "Somebody take him away, find out what he knows, then send him back to his boss in pieces."
While Wendy watched the young woman grow more and more angry she felt a presence beside her again. "So, about that dance?"