She is gone.

You race into the night heading for the much wealthier side of town and the club Inferno. As you pull up you get a bit of a surprise however. The glass of one of the front windows has been shot out and there are 5 guys patching the hole with several planks of wood. Glancing around to see if you can find anyone that looks to be in charge you do see one person that stands out from the men. There is a beautiful statuesque girl sitting on the side steps that lead up to the door you imagine is used for general entry at night when the club is hopping, judging by the long rope lines that guide the herd here normally. With no other leads to your target, you pull up and park along side the road about 10 feet from her and hop out. “What happened?”

As you wait for her response you can't help but look her over, you would guess she is nearly 6’ tall with impossibly perky DD or bigger breasts. As your eyes roll over her body you see she is wearing a basically transparent armored jacket over a white bikini top, matching white loose capri pants, and a pair of strappy,gem studded, white 4” stiletto heel shoes you would guess cost a ton. You can't see her eyes behind her mirrored yellow sunglasses with small rectangular lenses. She in turn seems to be doing the same to you and once your eyes meet after looking each other over, she shrugs her shoulder and answers, “Big knock down drag out firefight between a buncha girls that hang out here and a security **** for some megacorp. They came in and kidnapped the shot girl. Scooped her right up and took off in a hail of gunfire.”

“Oh my, that is terrible. What kind of company would want to take a waitress?”

“Don't know, the surviving girls are round front doin some searching to find that out. Then they are gonna go give them hell.”

“Well good luck, I hope you get your friend. So are you like closed then?”

She sighs visibly, “Yes we are closed.”

“Oh, ok, thanks.” You hop back into the car and turn around and head out. As you are driving away you can't help but say, “Fuck, well I suppose I might know where they took her.” And your mind flashes back to where this all started.