After a call you opt for the brothel.

Figuring none of the options will be of any help if you are armed and not wanting to loose the cargo you opt to call for help. You activate your internal phone and dial the number of the man who’s entry is noted as owing you a favor. “Max it is Lynx I need a lift.”

“I don’t know anyone by that name.” You hear a gravely voice answer.

“Cut the shit Max it is me. I am stuck in the combat zone and my car is parked 3 miles in the wrong direction with hostiles on the way. If I had another option I wouldn’t be calling.”

“Whoa there bub I hear on the net that genetech is sending some heavy guns into what I assume is your location. No can do till morning sorry. If I were you I would find a place to lie low, or someone you can pay to hide you. If not you best run your skinny ass to safety because a world of hurt is on your way. You pissed off some major players I hope the pay is worth it.”

A quick scan of the file states $100,000 on receipt. “I’ll let you know if it is if I survive. I will call you with a pickup location in the morning then. Thanks for the warning.”

“Good luck.”

You end the call and know you had better move fast. You first use an old drainage pipe to scale an old building in a flash and decide to hide your main gun, gear, and the package in an old ac unit on the roof. You then activate a control on your arm and a fleshy coating covers it making it look as natural as your other. However your mind tells you this coating will not stand up to much stress. You then conceal all trace of yourself on the roof and drop down the ground with the nimbleness of a cat and race to the brothel to bribe your way to safety. As you enter your see a small selection of very attractive girls waiting for business and serving drinks. You head up to the woman dressed in the finest gown.

“Well well what brings a fine young thing like yourself here?” You see her wet her lips like a butcher looking at a choice ham as she speaks.

“I need to stay out of sight, and tell no one I am here.” You pull $1000 out as you speak.

“What do I look like a flophouse. The only one I let stay here anonymous and protected are the people working for me.” She then walks slowly around you checking you out like the fine piece of meat you are and continues. “Unless of course you need a job.”

Figuring this middle aged whore just wants a good fuck you look her over. She actually looks pretty good for her obvious age of mid 40’s however she does have that somewhat used look. She stands 5’5” 120lbs, her breasts are DD but firm, fake, and she has a somewhat ample ass. You first instinctively look around for the telltale blue words to appear but when none are to be seen you figure you had better decide what to do.