Bonus Chapter: Neon Nights & Salty Lunges
When the crime's been fought and the case closed tight, there's only one place Sgt. Salty and his partner Zinshed head to unwind: Club Lucid, Miami’s most exclusive neon-lit dance haven.
You won’t find them nursing beers in dark corners — no, sir.
You’ll find them in the centre of the LED-lit dance floor, surrounded by a cheering crowd, turning crime-fighting cool into dance floor fire.
The Entrance
Every Friday night, the club knows they’re coming.
Valets fist-bump. The DJ gives a subtle salute. The crowd parts like the Red Sea — because when Sgt. Salty walks in wearing a pastel suit with no shirt underneath, shades on, and shoes that glimmer under UV light, everyone notices.
Zinshed usually follows in a leather vest, tight jeans, and a mullet that could start its own fan club.
They don’t wait for the beat to drop.
They drop the beat.
Signature Moves
Salty’s moves are a work of art and confusion — fluid, unpredictable, and highly questionable in some time zones.
But one move reigns supreme...
🔥 The Salty Lunge 🔥
It begins with a slow squat, arms extended outward like he’s about to embrace the entire world. Then he thrusts forward — dramatically, with purpose — landing one knee on the floor, one arm reaching to the ceiling, backlit by strobes.
Cue the crowd eruption.
Women scream. Bartenders cheer. Even the bouncers groove a little.
Zinshed follows up with his own move:
The Z-Spin — a 360 pirouette that ends in finger-guns and a wink to the nearest dance circle.
Together, they’re unstoppable.
Why They Dance
It’s not for the fame (though it helps).
It’s not for the flirtation (though that definitely happens).
It’s because after chasing drug lords and dodging bullets all week...
Salty needs to move.
“It clears the circuits,” Salty says between spins.
“It gets the blood flowing and the pheromones firing,” adds Zinshed, mid-pelvic thrust.
To them, the nightclub isn’t escape — it’s part of the job.
After all, some of their best intel came from dancefloor whispers and cheeky encounters in the smoking area.
That One Time...
One Friday night, while deep in a dance-off with a suspiciously agile man in a trench coat, Salty noticed something odd — a glint of metal under his opponent’s sleeve.
Turns out the man was Vlad "The Groove" Malenko, an ex-KGB data smuggler who used club circuits to move microchips. His cover? A professional dance instructor.
Needless to say, Vlad was arrested — but not before Salty beat him in a 3-round disco showdown and finished with a lunge so powerful it knocked over two light stands and briefly shorted the fog machine.
The Fans
Over time, word spread.
People started showing up just to see The Salty Lunge live.
There were T-shirts.
There were imitators.
One guy even tore his trousers attempting it during a conga line.
And while some might find it ridiculous, Salty just grins.
“It’s not about impressing people,” he says. “It’s about freedom. Rhythm. And… y’know, giving the hips what they want.”
Zinshed adds, “Also, the club has great tacos.”
To Be Continued… at the Club
Whether it’s busting up smuggling rings or breaking out the moonwalk, Sgt. Salty and Zinshed live life one groove at a time.
Justice never sleeps.
But sometimes, it dances.
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