Sneak inside

You've always been more of a "Break and Enter"-kinda investigator. You don't work too well with people outside of the business side. You're not without empathy but you just stick out like a sore thumb whenever you try to get your way in a social manner. It's not the best approach and you know this, but you'd rather stick to your guns, so to speak, than go into unfamiliar territory on shaky feet. There's not much observation needed to make out some weakspots. The warehouse is quite large and there's a lot of security, but there's multiple entrances to the courtyard outside it and the partygoers tend to cause enough of a commotion to function as effective cover.

After scouting for a bit, you discern that one of the entrances near the back might be your best bet. You immediately pick up on some of the guards there being habitual chainsmokers, leaving the door in a lack of attendance more than once. You need to be quick.

Bumping into a few people here or there, causing a bit of a ruckus behind yourself, you immediately manage to cause a reliable source of distraction, drawing security's attention away from you and the door. In a matter of moments, you push past the heavy steel and find yourself inside. It's a bunch of maintenance rooms, with more than enough cover to stay undetected even as you are moving about. One false step and you are looking down the barrel of a gun, or worse. But somehow the risk, the danger, the thrill of it: It excites you, gets your heart pumping the right way. You live for this, to put yourself in the heat of it. You don't get to do this on most contracts. A lot of it is straightforward and frankly quite uneventful.

You don't exactly have anything to go off of, but thankfully the people here give you good inclination of what's going on behind the scenes. Whilst the thunder of bass and synthbeats drums away in the main hall, the people backstage are doing more than showmanship and tech support. Some of the dancers that pass you by have clearly been augmented. Heavy tits and wide curves and vacant stares with unnaturally happy smiles. Potentially Bovium. You don't see any more of the strange syringes you've come across but you do hear some of them talking about shipments of 'product' that match the description. You manage to overhear about the "Premium Wares" in the basement and some kind of auction. There's also a sort of VIP-Lounge somewhere backstage.