Better not waste the time.

You watch the freak lick her friends nipple and almost give in. “Sorry I really don’t have the time.”

The tattoo artist shrugs his shoulders and says, “Your loss. So what do I call you anyway?” He asks as he takes the money from you.

“The name is Vixen, if you ever need anything feel free to call me.” You write your number on a little notepad on his desk and head out, blowing them a kiss as you leave.

You then head into town to buy some new clothes. You find a nice looking shop and stroll in. The shop keeper is a young man typing on a computer and doesn’t seem to even notice you. You look around and decide finally on a pair of painted on tight black leather pants that flair out a bit at the ankles and zip closed up the back. You then spot a pair of black open toe black sandals with a single strap of black leather with little spikes ringing your ankles that holds the shoes on nice and snug, with 6” shiny metal stiletto heels, but with a nice 2” platform under the toe that makes it quite easy to walk on. Looking for the right top you realize you haven’t left many places to hide weapons and decide on a deep red, nearly black loose tunic like top that has a wide neckline but hides your sword nicely down your back. You are a bit concerned about not having a good place to hide a pistol, but the coat you are wearing has several pockets that hide it quite nicely and figure this will have to do. You finally finish with several lace bras and thongs and decide to change into a white pair before you leave. You pause a moment before heading out to adjust your package to hide it between your legs, held in place with the little lace thong. On close inspection you realize the pants might betray your secret but you can’t seem to care. You walk up to the teller and drop $500 as he scans the items into the computer. “You don’t mind if I wear them out do you?” You ask him but he simply returns to what he was doing and you walk out wondering why you even bothered to try to pay.

As you arrive at the arena you see tons of people in line to get in to the arena. Outside there seem to be large pockets of people surrounding various performers getting started for the evening. These catch your interest briefly as you fight to get in and you notice the acts seem to be quite varied, ranging from the mild, scantly clad women with various batons and other props getting ready, to the truly bizarre, one troupe consisting of 3 men with large hoops piercing their bodies in front and back, setting up what looks eerily like a gallows with chains descending from it. From within you can hear the screech of guitars, and the piercing wail of amps and mic?s getting set up. This all seems to be amplified by the roar of what sounds like motorcycle engines, and the fan?s screaming in anticipation of the show to come. As you survey the madness you figure you can easily wear your weapons in, hell you could probably hack someone to pieces and people would be positive it was part of the show. You head in and right about the time you spot a guy with liberty spikes sticking out of his head making out with a nearly naked whore on a leash, you realize you need a drink. You decide you want to at least try to avoid getting **** and buy an unopened bottle of beer as you go.

Finally after well over an hour 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, I was sent by Lynx. My name is Vixen.”

“We are expecting Lynx not Vixen.” He grunts after apparently talking to someone by internal radio or phone.

“I realize that I am here for the job Lynx gave it to me because there is a price on his head if you don’t trust me 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 over all three figuring you aren’t exactly helpless without them and walk in.

“So, Lynx sends you in his place.” 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. “Why should I bother to use you?”

“I may be new but I am as skilled as Lynx in every way and I have his complete trust.”

“Aah you speak the truth. Fine I will give you a try who knows I can always use skilled professionals.” 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 Lynx recently returned to us. 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.