All goes to plan.

Zipping across town the two of you ride without a word, simply content to listen to some cutie pop singer belt out her latest hit on the radio till after about 20 minutes she apparently begins to start to question your intentions. Looking out the window, she asks, “So just who do you work for anyway?”

“I think his name is The Wizard of Odds, or something like...” She doesn't let you finish, pulling out a pistol from somewhere, obviously taken off of one of the guards, and levels it at your head. You are happy you had the window down as she fires her shot off just as you duck, and it sails out the open window. A smashing blow later catches her in the side of the head and she slumps down in the seat quietly.

“Well that wasn't very nice.” You to her sexy **** form and zip on to the meet. Once you are back at “The Pit,” you simply scoop her up and toss her over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and bring her in. Whatever the main event was must be over, you realize as while the crowd is large, easily two thirds or more of the people have cleared out. Soon you are standing in front of the massive well dressed troll guard, who waves you in without a sound. The girl that gave you your weapons last time as you left is the next to meet you, with her hands out. Taking a second you simply give her your guns and head in as she places them behind a counter. “Got her.” You proclaim simply as you walk in.

Looking around, the two beautiful girls that were there before have apparently been replaced by two new models. These are no less lovely, but are both Asian and wearing only a tiny golden bikini. The man you met before smiles as you enter and points at the couch where you woke the last time you were here. “I see you have. Quite amazing. I can't even imagine how you found out exactly who were were looking for, and yet here you are with my little thief in tow. I Suppose fair is fair. I will happily pay you the $50,000 I promised the others I hired to do this very job.” Part of you wants to protest, as you know damn well that he was going to pay double that, but also you know it is good to make friends in high places also, so you hold your tongue as he looks to his girls and they step into another room beyond his desk. You put her on the couch he pointed at and flash him a little smile, taking a moment to brush her hair out of her face as you set her down. “You needn't bother with that, she will be dead as soon as I finish torturing her.”