Yes

“We’re not going to be reasonable. You’re going to talk, or we’re going to torture you.” Kaylah said and pulled out a long, saw-toothed knife.
“Okay, I’ll tell you everything! Just don’t hurt me!” The tiny, green-skinned hustler cried out with a high pitch.

“Where is he?” Jenna asked again, cocking her pistol and aiming it at Big Frank.
“I don’t know! He showed up two weeks ago and wanted a new ID. He looked like a bum, but he had money! I tried to find out where he was heading, but the fucker wouldn’t say anything!”
“Why did you want to find out where he was heading?”
“Well, you know…” Frank responded weakly.
“You were planning on having your goons rob him.” Jenna said.
“Hey, I don’t have to respond to those kinds of questions!” Frank forgot his nasty predicament for a second and cried out in defence.

“That wasn’t a question.” Jenna coolly replied, “Now go on or my partner will get to cut you up.”
“Alright! His new ID says his name Sam Lee! He’s either hiding somewhere in the Pleasure Dome or in the wastelands! I don’t know where, and I don’t know where!”
“Jenna?”
“Yes, Kaylah?”
“Some money could be good to have for moving around town, right?”
“I guess you’re right… Hand over your money!” Jenna bellowed at the petrified hustler.

Nearly sobbing with fear, Frank reached down on the floor and pulled away a false tile, revealing a small black box.
Lifting the box up on the table, Frank placed his right eye against a small display and waited for ten seconds. Then, he hit three of the digits on the side of the box.
A mechanic clicking sound was heard, and the safe was opened.
“Thanks…” Kaylah said and then jabbed the knife into Frank’s throat, following it by pulling his head down and stabbing him at the base of the neck.
Wiping her knife clean on his back, Kaylah then checked the safe.
“How much is there?” Jenna wondered.
“Not a lot, but enough for us to look less conspicuous.” Kaylah replied.
Killing Frank and then not taking his money was not an option; a lot less people would care if it looked like the man had been robbed and murdered.

“Jenna,” Kaylah said as the two stepped back out into the street, “next up is to go see the freelance.”
“Right, let’s go then.”
They had been informed that the freelance, a woman named Judy Black, could be found in a seedy bar named “Rick’s Place”, so that’s where they went.

The bar turned out to be seedy alright; a scent of cheap liquor and sex hit the Marines’ nostrils as they stepped inside.
A weathered old man was sitting behind the counter, his pants open and his flaccid average-sized cock hanging out. The place was almost empty, save for the four that were busy round one of the tables.
Three of those were men, two humans and one alien, and both the humans laid passed out on the floor, while the alien, a green-skinned mixture of man and wolf known as a Vorlon, was splayed out on the table, groaning as a black woman was riding his cock.
The woman was naked, showing of her massive, pierced tits and thick ass, with strands of cum and sweat trailing down her ebony body.

“What can I do you for?” The bartender asked Jenna and Kaylah while he zipped up his pants.
“Who’s that?” Jenna asked and nodded towards the black woman.
“Oh, that’s just Judy who’s having some fun.” The old man replied.
Jenna and Kaylah glanced at each other and then ignored the bartender, walking up to the table where Judy just made the Vorlon cum again.