You were thinking pink.

“How about something sexy, that also says badass, in pink?”

“Ooh, nice. I have just the thing at home. I can have one of my assistants grab it right now and meet you wherever.”

“The meeting is at a place called “The Pit.”

“Ok.” After a brief pause, obviously calling someone, “Yes, 3 blocks north of there is a little pie shop. My assistant will meet you there.” She then reaches into her pack and pulls out some leather belts and straps and sets them on the counter, “To tie on your gun holsters.” Closing her cases, she picks up her things, and heads for the door. Calling back as she goes, “Call me if you need anything else. The keys to your bike are in it.” You can’t help but watch her sexy ass wiggle till the door shuts behind her.

The door almost instantly swings back open, “Leaving then?” The assistant peeks her head in.

Picking up the straps and looking in the mirror a bit frustrated, you ask, “If I am going to the pit, do I need to hide my guns?”

“What. No, any pistol is legal, didn’t you know that? There are many clubs downtown that make you check them at the door, or leave them in your car, but that is it. Of course a hidden gun is harder to take from you.” She adds with a wink.

“Isn’t there anything you guys can do about my hair?” You ask rubbing your smooth bald head.

“The doc has tech hair, but I think it is $1000 for the slutty bob cut stripper style, or $5000 for the longer one. But with no computer link you won’t be able to change the colors.”

“Can it be interfaced with my phone? It is a little computer isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah that’s right you did get that one didn’t you. You could do that if you wanted. Do you have any money?”

“A little.” Then with another look you decide quickly, “Let’s do it, I don’t want to be bald.”

She takes you outside and informs the doc. After a second he walks over, “If you have the money I can do it now, it only takes like 5 minutes, basically it is a wig that seals itself to your head. The only bob cut one I have in stock default color is metallic pink, but it can shift to any color of the rainbow. In the longer style I have metallic blue, blond, brunette. All of the longer ones also have a styling option as well.”

Pulling out the $1000 you set it on his desk and say, “I like pink.” Moments later you have a sexy little bob cut mess of pink hair, pulling up the control in your vision you change it several colors before letting it go back to pink.

“Using a color will slowly drain the battery, it is good for about 4 hours on a charge and will piggyback it’s recharge when you plug your phone to any computer.”

“Thanks for everything.” You strap your big pistol to the side of your right thigh with a pair of leather belts around your leg with the top of the holster on a looser belt around your hip. The smaller pistol you tuck in the small of your back, assuming your coat will hide it nicely. As for the shotgun, you just make a little arm sling for it and stick it in the little trunk of your new yellow and black dirty crotch rocket of a motorcycle you find outside. Starting it up makes it vibrate a bit more than is should and for a second you are positive it is going to fall apart, but as you give it a bit more throttle it clears up and runs a bit better. Pulling on the little black helmet and fingerless gloves, you kick up the stand and roll it back to the street. Ripping into the night air, your skin tingles as the wind rushes past. “Fast little fucker.” You say to no one but yourself and race to where your new phone/computer tells you “The Pit” is located. A bit more cumbersome of an interface than your other computer, as it is a combination of touch, voice, and using your eye link as a mouse, but not bad.

On your way a little text message informs you that Kaylani’s assistant is at the meeting place. A quick stop there yields you another $3000 in debt, and a sexy pink and black goth faerie style hooded coat. It is primarily black with tight sleeves that hang just past your wrists, with your arms to your sides. It hangs to just below your ass, has a very wide almost cape like hood, and closes in front with a zipper that runs only from your waist to your tits creating a very low neckline. The pink is a pattern that is in front where the pockets are, like two half circles, coiling around back and winding up the spine a bit. And the interior of the coat, including the hood, that when down is quite open on the back adding a nice splash of color. Your tits stretch the coat out nicely and it’s nice tight waistline accentuates your figure a bit, as if it wasn’t perfect enough. The entire thing is a bit heavy, but is as soft as cloth and is hard to believe it is armored. You find you can easily pull up the back, or reach in with it undone, to get at your little pistol, and it hides it quite easily.

Finally you arrive at the meeting place and see it is a massive arena filled with tons of people and music and roaring engines that can be heard for blocks. You decide it best to park nearly two blocks away, as if you really had a choice, and head in. To your surprise, the long walk to the building is no big deal despite your massive heels, in fact after the first block it actually feels quite natural. Not to mention the confidence boost you get from all the catcalls and whistles as you pass the throngs of partygoers that have either stopped on their way out, or simply haven’t made it in yet.

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, as well as what ever the main event is, that all you can tell is that it apparently involves vehicles with massive engines. After a few seconds of listening to the crowd and the calls of the announcer you gather that it is some new variation of a demolition derby with trucks or tanks. You head in and right about the time you spot a guy with liberty spikes sticking out of his head getting a blowjob from a nearly naked whore you realize you need a drink. Deciding it best to at least try to avoid getting ****, you opt to 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 dirt track, 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. “You vixen?” The troll asks as you approach.

“Yes.” You answer simply.

“Go on in. Leave all your weapons with the girl at the door, or I split you.”

You can’t help but smile, “Sounds yummy.” This apparently takes him a moment to process, but it eventually causes a little snort of a laugh.

Inside you are greeted by a flawless black woman built like a model but you sense she is wired far more than you are. “Weapons.” She hisses quietly. You hand over both pistols without a second thought, considering all you have been through, and walk in.

Once inside, 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. “Keylani called just moments ago and told me I should be expecting you right about now. She says you were the one that completed the mission I originally contracted to Lynx.”

“That is correct. He ran into someone by the name of Sebastian. They are both no more.”

“I see, that explains it. Kaylani speaks very highly of you. I also called Max, apparently you are one of his new recruits. With such backing, and your previous success for my organization, I suppose I can give you the contract I had intended to give to Lynx.” 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 you retrieved. 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.”

“Consider it done.” You say confidently, and with a nod from him, you turn and 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.