No problem.

Finally after well over an hour, which is a bit of a relief as your clothing gets a chance to dry, of pushing through partying thugs and tramps you wind your way around the fight area, dropping $50 to get past security, and reach a more expensive area. As you approach you see the guard is a huge mountain of a man you know is a troll in a business suit with a huge double bladed axe leaning against the wall beside him and a massive pistol on his hip.

“No one is allowed past here.” He grunts at you as you approach.

“The wizard is expecting me. My name is Lynx .”

“Who are you, Lynx is a guy?” He grunts after apparently talking to someone by internal radio or phone.

“Silly me, I guess you could say I am having a bit of an identity crisis. Just call Max he will vouch for me.”

Someone apparently does just that as after several minutes of silence he looks at you and speaks, “Go in and give all your weapons to the woman inside the door or you die here.”

“Certainly.” Satisfied with your response he moves aside and waves you past. Inside you are greeted by a flawless black woman built like a model but you sense she is wired at least as much as you if not more.

“Weapons.” She hisses quietly. You hand both of your pistols over figuring you aren’t exactly helpless without them and walk in.

“So, Lynx I have to say, you are quite fetching like this. Much better than your previous picture.” You are greeted by a smallish but powerful looking man with two identical black women at each shoulder. He sits behind a desk on a large black throne like chair. He picks up a yellow envelope and tosses it to you. “Inside you will find all the information we have on a former employee of ours that originally stole the prototype from us you retrieved for us earlier. Normally we wouldn’t bother to dwell on such details but as of yet we have been unable to determine how the thief was able to gain access so easily. Find them and bring them to me alive here and the $100,000 is yours.”

“Done.” He waves you dismissed and you turn to leave.

The woman at the door gives you back your stuff and points at a small door. “You may use this room as long as you like before you go.”

You walk in and open the file. Inside you find photos and data chips. You slot the chips and bring up the file. Inside is the address, drivers license, car, and all other info on a young woman by the name of Misty Swan. You study the info and find several good starting points.

Check out her place.
Her friends are said to hang out at a club called “Inferno.”
Her car is still parked at a huge apartment building downtown, she may even be there.
Or start calling in your contacts and dropping her name.