You decide it wouldn't be right as you are taking her to her .

You know full well she is capable of contacting her friends but as they never showed at the Doc’s you are pretty sure she just has a short range communicator. That said as much as you want to fuck her you know it is a pretty stupid idea. You head back to The Pit to get this over with. Arriving at the place you step out of the car and look around. The main event tonight appears to be a battle royal melee between 30 orcs and humans that have no active cybernetics, or at least none that can be detected. You pull Misty along handcuffed and no one even looks twice so you decide to play it up a bit and hold her by the cuffs with your arm bent up so your hand rests on your shoulder with her wrists basically resting on your shoulder as well.

“Excuse me. Hey, you are Bambi aren’t you?” You feel a hand tug at your left hand and turn to see one of the performers standing there. She has a very dark tan and wears a brown suede almost tribal Indian looking bikini with dangling bits of leather straps and a pair of sandals that lace up to the knees. She has war paint on her face and she holds a pair of flaming sticks in her left hand. You instantly recognize her from the other day as one of the fire eating dancers.

“Yes I am but don’t tell anyone I am on a job.”

“Yeah I heard you quit and became a freelancer. You are fucking awesome I wish I could be just like you. You were my first lesbian lover, well, um, I mean your btl movie was.” She smiles suddenly shy and you can’t help but let out a little smirk at the thought of this hardcore street performer that eats fire nightly dancing nearly naked being shy. “Will you sign my ass please?”

As she asks this your mental data bank informs you that the little finger on your right hand holds a tiny needle and ink that you apparently used to tattoo fans if they asked at special events. You think over her request and want to stay in character so you bring up the image of what your signature is supposed to look like. You are stunned when you see it even overlays the image perfectly on her right ass cheek and nearly going into autopilot you simply trace the design and perfectly tattoo “Bambi xoxoxxx” on her ass.

“Awesome thanks I love you. Now if you want you can have me any time.” She hands you a little card with her phone number on it so you can reach her. Smiling from ear to ear she holds her fingers up in a v sign and scampers off to a group of other performers you guess to brag about the new tattoo.

Finally you reach the back area and to your surprise you see the guard who’s arm you chopped off standing there with two arms. He steps in front of you and smiles. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a meeting with the wizard, tell them Bambi is here.”

“Bambi? You mean the real Bambi?” He looks at you intently. “No way you are too tall.” His eyes go down to your spike heels and back up your body. “No fucking way. You are really her. When did you color your hair pink. No way. I heard you were dead, killed yourself or something it was on all the trids. Fuck, really, fucking Bambi. Can I get a picture with you please my friends will never believe this. Fucking Bambi Fucking sweet.”

“Stop saying fuck and I will let you take a picture.”

He goes silent. Then finally looks around and races off to grab another guard. He leads you in front of a security camera and puts his arm around you while the other guard holds onto Misty for you. Then they trade places. ‘This is going to get old.’ You think but you have to admit it is kind of fun being treated like a celebrity. “Ok I have to go see the wizard now I have a meeting to get to.”

The guards both fight over who is going to have to “escort” you there. Finally they decide they both better, so you don’t try anything funny, and they both hold your arms and walk down the hall with big dumb grins on their faces. The original guard holds onto misty for you as you go. As you arrive they open the door for you and let you in and as you walk in you notice no one even took your shiny gun or sword despite the fact that they are very obvious. You give each of them a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks guys see ya around.” As they head back you hear one of them muttering about how he heard you were a ninja or spy or something like that now and no longer making movies to which the other says something like fucking sweet.

“Well well I see Max wasn’t lying that old dog actually signed someone with talent for a change. One of the wizards girls walks forward and takes Misty from you and hands you a credit card. You look at it and apparently you can scan things as your computer in your head works for a second before indicating the balance on the card is indeed $100,000. “I assumed you wouldn’t want to be so crass as to use cash for the transaction.”

“No this is perfect thank you.” You drop to you slip the card into your jacket pocket and flash him a smile. “Not that it is any of my business but after you get your answers from her what do you plan to do with her?”

“Why kill her of course, after I have tortured her to my satisfaction. Why do you ask?”

“I assumed as much. I just had a request. Not to try to cause a problem but would there be any way you would consider giving her to me rather than kill her, I actually have a need for a skilled hacker. If not I certainly understand, but if you were willing I would owe you a favor and would give you my word that she would never do anything against your corporate interests again. If I so much as thought she had I would hand deliver her head to you myself.” You place your hand on your hip and give him a smile as you wait for his response.

To your surprise he actually seems to consider it. “A favor eh? What kind of favor?”

“Well you know I am now working as a contractor for Max, I also still have several contacts around. I would of course do any favor you required, I impose no limits on any promises I make.” You give him a cute little smile.

“Interesting. I suppose if I had your word and the favor to use at my discretion I would be willing to give her to you once I am finished with her. Should I deliver her to your apartment downtown or somewhere else?”

‘Downtown, does everyone know where I live?’ You think suddenly slightly worried till you realize. “I live downtown.” You suddenly blurt like an idiot. “I mean yes downtown would be perfect thank you.”

“Excellent then I am sure we shall see each other again. I thank you for fixing the mess that fool Vixen opened up.” You sense your presence is no longer required here and turn to head out. “Oh Bambi.”

“Yes Wizard.” You turn your head back. “I just remembered a business acquaintance of mine is looking for someone like you. He asked me to relay the information to anyone I knew that was competent that he would have a meeting and hire a couple of contractors tomorrow night at a bar called The Weeping Lady in their private tables in back at 9 o’clock if you are interested I think the pay is decent but the work may be a bit messy.”

“Thanks I will think it over.” You walk out and head back to your car. When you get back to your sports car you see a group of 20 bikers surrounding your car.