A woman dressed in a uniform is standing, bored, by the entrance. Flicker passes her a slip of paper and steps inside, moving off to the side to stand by the woman.

The woman looks down at her, eyebrows raised slightly, looking bored.

FLICKER
(determinedly)
I want to compete tonight.

The woman smiles slightly and snorts quietly.

WOMAN

You got the cash?

Flicker pulls a wad of bills out of her pocket, slightly enough to show the woman while keeping the cash hidden from the other guests. The woman's eyes widen. She glances around and gestures over another uniformed coworker to man the entrance before taking Flicker aside.

CUT TO:

INT. UNDERGROUND FIGHTING RING BOXER'S SQUARE