Just a couple.

“What about reflex enhancement, I was in a fight earlier and I didn’t seem to be as fast as the man I was fighting. Got anything like that?”

“I have many neural net systems that boost reaction time, however all of your enhancements you have are hardwired to be always on, and most of the boost systems require an active controller that is incompatible with your system. However I do have some other things that may just work for you.” He starts punching up various items on his computer and after several minutes of silence, he says, “Ah, yes. You might like this idea. I have an adrenaline boost system, It is a tiny device that is implanted in your torso and when activated by you, using your internal computer, it stimulates your body to go into adrenaline overload for a very short time, only lasting about 45 seconds it will send a shockwave through your body that will literally double your reaction time to basically superhuman levels, considering what your enhancements are capable of. The system then goes into cool down mode that recharges the bodies natural reserves of adrenaline so for the 2 minutes following the boost you will feel very drained, much like a sugar crash, but not so bad as to be incapacitated or anything. It then takes about a half hour before the body can build up enough for another use, but other than that it can be used as often as needed. The surgery is quite easy, I could have it done in under a half hour, but it is $35,000”

“Sounds perfect, do it.”

“No problem, and if you are in a hurry I recommend another of my new favorites, quick heal nanites. They speed the healing process to five times the normal rate, and with your upgrades, you will notice some other enhancements as well, with respect to recovery times that is. They are only $20,000 and there is no surgery, only a simple injection.”

“Ok, ya that sounds cool. Stick it to me doc.”

He offers a smile in response to your wicked grin, but nothing more. To your surprise the surgery is done without even putting you under, he simply injects the fast heal nanites, numbs your lower back, has you strip and hop on the table, part of you sure he is going to fuck you, but he doesn’t, he just does the quick surgery and has you get dressed. “There you are, all finished. Please pay my assistant on your way out. Thank you, and I hope this is the start of a long relationship, give your contact details to my assistant, and I will be happy to keep you apprised of any further enhancements that I get in that I think you might be interested it.”

You do as you are told, leaving you with just over $36,000 left, and make your way to your meeting with the arms dealer Kaylani. Once more off into the cool night air, your skin tingling as the wind softly caresses your body as it whispers through your car, and the tight vinyl of your clothing further enhancing the sensation. It doesn’t take you long to get to Viceroy’s Honey Pot, and as you climb out of the car you hope your hearing enhancement comes with some kind of dampening, or you will soon be deaf, as you strut your sexy ass up the red doors of the strip club. The doorman is a rather large human dressed in what is best described as a mix of punk and business, wearing a rather basic grey business suit with a black shirt under it, but sporting a full Mohawk, spiked dog collar, fingerless gloves with metal studs, and wearing black shit kicker combat boots. As you approach you can tell his eyes are all over you and as you get to him you open your mouth to come up with something sexy to say to get him to let you in free, but to your delight all he does is smile, nod, and with a wave of his hand, let you in without saying a word. As you pass through the second set of red doors, these being carpeted, the music hits you with a blast that causes you to wince in anticipation of the massive headache, but it simply doesn’t come. Your internal computer seems to do it’s job beautifully, and you even notice you can pick out peoples individual conversations if you try as the din of the ambient noise is lessened, or sometimes even completely negated. Making your way through the crowd you are a bit surprised at yourself when you feel a sense of pride as several times you are stopped by both men and women asking you how much for a table dance.

Finally you make it to the private area and find a tall rail thin beauty with massive tits that defy gravity wearing only a tiny neon pink bikini and long black boots stands up in your way. “Sorry babe, this area is only for guests that are with one of the girls, if you want a private dance, find a girl and work out a deal, then have her bring you here.”

“I am here to see Kaylani.” You counter simply.

“Oh, you must be Candy. You are a bit early but I think she isn’t with any clients. Just a sec.” She stands there for a second and you catch the telltale sign that she is speaking into an internal microphone before she continues, “Go on back. She will see you now.”

“Thank you.” You say sweetly and slip past her down the dark row of tiny booths from which you can hear the sounds of what you are sure in several cases are various people either fucking, sucking, or something else you can only imagine. As you reach the back you see a second guard, this time it is a drop dead gorgeous short haired brunette wearing both a pink and a black fishnet catsuits, as well as an obviously armored long black leather trench coat. She simply steps aside after looking you over from head to toe and as she does your computer flashes you a warning telling you that you were just scanned. Slipping past her, you push your way through a heavy black carpeted door and see a surprisingly large plush office/apartment.

As you step up to the desk that is the centerpiece of the first of what appears to be a couple of rooms at least you hear a voice that you instantly recognize.