Yes.

As you arrive at the arena you see throngs of people milling about watching performers ranging from the mild, scantly clad women twirling flaming batons, to the truly bizarre, one troupe consisting of 2 men hanging from hooks in their backs with a massive hooks through their chests with chains dangling from them, as if that wasn't creepy suspended between them from these chains is a third man. The chains hook into his chest much like the men above. He is then also standing with his legs spread and all three have large weights suspended from their cocks. The thundering noise of live bands, some sort of show involving the roar of several powerful motorcycles, and the crowds of people cheering and screaming watching which ever show they want as well as the booming voice of an announcer calling the events of what you figure is two trolls pounding each other half to ****. As you survey the madness you unconsciously touch each of your weapons under your skirt and head in. Pressing your way through the crowd you can tell by the looks and nods of approval you were right about the new look. Then almost as if they read your mind as you begin to look for something to drink a tall thin man with liberty spikes sticking out of his head and more piercings than you walks up with a nearly naked whore dressed in a fishnet dress, thong, and 7” heel mule stripper shoes walk up to you and he extends a bottle of beer to you.

“Nice fucking art. Here the name is Spike, this here is Amber.”

A bit paranoid at first you consider declining but you are thirsty and throwing what little caution you have left out the window you take the bottle and give it a big gulp. “Thanks, names Vixen.”

“Never heard of you, I take it you’re new here?”

“Yeah a friend of mine sent me this way.”

“Sweet, sweet, I was just about to have Amber here suck me off want to join us?”

You look him over and she reaches over and pulls out his 10” cock right there. You look around and realize this shit must happen here all the time. “Damn, sorry I really am in a hurry.”

“That’s cool, look us up later Amber is amazing at making women scream. I fucking love watching her.”

“Tempting but I really must go.” You walk off as she takes the big cock down her throat with a single gulp.

Finally after well over an hour of pushing through partying thugs and tramps you wind your way around the fight area. The guard is a 6’ muscle on muscle mass of flesh. “Where do you think you are going whore?”

“I have business in back.”

“You ain’t on the list.” He eyes your tits and licks his lips in a not so discrete way. “You don’t get in unless of course you could convince me.”

You slink up to him as seductive as possible, roll your pierced tongue across your teeth and ask, “Now what could a little thing like me do to convince a big strong man like you. You say this last part rubbing his chest softly.

He looks you over and smiles a big dumb grin, “How about you use that little mouth to wash my cock.” He reaches out and puts his thumb in your mouth as he finishes his statement.

You reach down and release his cock from his pants. Dropping to your haunches you meet his cock at eye level. Your mouth drops and you nearly vomit right there. The smell of putrid rotting meat assails your nostrils. You look at this bulbous 8” fat cock in horror. The left side is dripping from an open scab and his entire sack is a weird shade of grey. “What the fuck?” Is all that escapes your mouth.

“Suck it you fucking bitch.” He balls up his fist and you realize this piece of shit is going to hit you. Without so much as a thought your reflexes kick in and you drop to one hand dodging his massive strike. His meaty hand manages to catch your arm and you are pleasantly surprised to see the armored jacket is holding off his grasp, for now.

You use your cyber hand to deliver a punishing blow to the top of his foot causing him to loose his grip on you. You spin as you land and are up an instant later. As you see him pull the gun from his hip you realize this has possibly gone horribly wrong. You scan the surrounding area and in shock you try to process your options. But as he levels the cannon at your head you realize the only hope you have is if he doesn’t make another sound. Seeing no other real idea you reach under your skirt in a blur of motion and his hand still holding the gun falls to the floor. Before he even has time to scream your legs propel you up and with a stout blow from your cyber arm you send him to the floor in a heap simultaneously falling back keeping your eyes on the stream of blood from his arm to keep it off of you. Leaving him where he lies you wipe your sword, put it away and head beyond him to the more expensive area in back. 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. Hand on your pistol in case they watched the scene before you walked up you slink up to the guard trying to be a bit sexy and see if you can see any of the signs of attack.

“No one is allowed past here.” He grunts at you as you approach.

You breath a sigh of relief as he simply states an obviously practiced speech. “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 your pistol and sword, suddenly wondering where your back up gun went, 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.