Call Max.

Clicking on your phone you call up Max. “Vixen here. You wouldn’t happen to have heard of a woman by the name of Misty Swan would you?”

“What, who the hell…. Oh yeah Vixen. So should I get used to using that name. Did you bury Lynx?”

“Drop it. I am not sure of that one yet.” You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a piece of art that isn’t much more than a string of old cd’s and smile turning to check out your ass in your tight leather skirt and are can’t deny how hot you feel perched on those 7” heel boots that make your legs look even longer. “I must admit Vixen is damn sexy. Now answer the question will ya.”

“Sheesh don’t forget the bitch you are thinking about fucking is you. Hell become a whore for all I care as long as you get me my finders fee.”

“Cute. Now do you know anything about Misty Swan or not?”

“Sorry ya got me rambling again. Oh and Kaylani says hi. I see you still got some spunk in you, pun intended ha ha….

“Max!!”

Still chuckling he finally answers, “Sorry sorry yeah I have heard the name. It seems she is popular lately. Lots of hits on my spiders it is a name buzzing about in many circles she is a goner. Other than that I really have no idea. I can tell you her place is a dead end. I can even give you a video link of there I hacked, she is under heavy surveillance all over but it doesn’t seem anyone can find her. She has dug in deep somewhere.”

“Ok thanks, I have a list of her hangouts and friends here I guess I can start there.”

“I will keep my ears open and call if anything pops up.”

“Thanks.” You click off the link and go over the info one more time looking for anything. You bring up image after image of her known friends and hangouts. Not finding anything that especially helps you decide you might as well start doing some old fashioned leg work and see if you can turn anything up at the club “Inferno.”

Finally the noise reaches its peak signaling you are back in the thick of the madness. You look out across the arena and see the party hasn’t died down in the slightest. In what looks like a huge steel cage you see a trio of combatants in heavy medieval armor smashing each other to bits with spiked morning stars and start down the stands to make your way back to your bike. You are crossing past a large steel sphere with 4 racing bikes inside roaring around each other in a mad chorus of noise when you hear someone call out to you. “Hey baby want to ride my stick shift.” You look over and see it is a leather clad biker hanging with a small group of friends but before you have time to think of a witty response the motorcycles scream to new heights and him and all his buddies eyes snap to the sphere and scream out with enthusiasm.

Turning back away from the mad chorus of noise your jaw nearly drops off of your face as you see Sebastian walking toward you but you have no idea if he has seen you yet. Your mind races for options but other than run or fight you see little. You decide to play it cool and simply turn to face the spectacle and keep one eye trained on him as he approaches. Your hand tenses and you reach back and grab the handle of your sword still trying to look like a simple member of the crowd when your eyes meet and you are positive he has seen you. He simply smiles and walks directly for you.

Your mind races, what should you do?

Shoot him despite the witnesses,
Draw your sword,
Run,
See what he wants.