Might as well check in with 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 pants and are can’t deny how hot you feel perched on those 6” stiletto heels 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.”

You head back out and see the show is definitely in full swing. The booming voice of the announcer draws your attention to the main event first and you look out across the arena and see two huge trolls beating each other to **** in a huge steel cage. To the side the roar of several hyped up motorcycles rip the air as the pair of bikes race impossibly around inside a large steel sphere in a mad chorus of noise. You make your way outside and see the spectacle is no less impressive out here. The spike haired freak you saw earlier now has his little pet slurping on his cock, and the three men with the piercings are now dangling from the chains with massive weights dangling from their cocks. You **** your way past the throngs clearly the only one leaving and eventually get back to your bike. As the cycle screams to life the heat of the engine through your leather pants almost makes you question what exactly is real any more. You dip your head and race into the night toward the club.