A human male, an elf male and a female ork

The back wall of the booth is worked to appear like a volcanic rock wall. Red glowing veins are running through the rock. The side walls are made out of glass, but appear opaque through holographic flames. If desired, the entrance could also be closed off with a hologram. The interior consists of a large black leather couch and a low oval glass table. The other members of the team are already gathered.

You stand in the entrance for a moment and let your gaze glide over the people present. Two men sit with their backs to the rock wall.

One of them is an elf, probably seven feet tall, with an athletic built. His shoulder-length bright blue hair is tousled into a fashionable hairstyle. Designer jeans and a tight-fitting black T-Shirt on which a squirming red shimmering dragon is projected, give him the impression of a model or playboy. As you look at him a blue sign appears in your field of vision offering information your character has on the elf. Similar signs appear over the other persons in the booth when you look at them. The elf uses the alias Flash, is a good driver and has the necessary implants to drive vehicles and drones remotely.

The man to his right is the complete opposite. Not that he is unattractive. Unlike Flash, Sarge's posture seems stiff. He is smaller, his body consisting only of bones and muscles, a lot of muscles. Two shiny chrome cyber arms, cyber eyes and a brush haircut mark him as ex-military. At least he is not wearing camouflage. Instead he wears black leather pants with a matching jacket and lots of chains and rivets.

On the left wall sits Kalana, a female Ork with chocolate brown skin. Her face didn't have the usual rough angular features associated with orcs, but was even and beautiful with full sensual lips. Her pointed lower canines are only visible when she speaks or smiles. A pair of glasses with small round, reddish tinted lenses sit on her nose. She is wearing knee-high boots, mesh stockings, cream colored hotpants with black pinstripes, and a matching vest that tightly wraps around her large breasts and has a deep neckline. According to her your information, Kalana is a talented sorceress specializing in illusions and enchantments.

You slide onto the free bench. Another blue sign informs you that you have information on the location where the fox is supposed to be held on your computer. Your fingers scurry over the computer keyboard embedded in the table, activating the holoscreen and an interference field to secure the niche from eavesdropping. Next, you upload the plans of a brothel called the SpiderZ Web from your computer, which are holographically displayed over the tabletop.

You take a few seconds scanning the information you have on the place before you begin to speak. "Ok, these are the plans as far as I could get them. On the lower two floors is the contact area, bars, dance floors, pool and sauna. Then there are two floors with larger playrooms, above them are smaller rooms. The 8th to 10th floor are used by the SpiderZ gang. Our package is located somewhere up there. You only get above the 2nd floor with a code card, which we have to organize from the staff."

Flash interrupts you:" Wait a minute, before we get to the code cards, we should talk about getting in first."

Kalana smiles at him briefly: "I think I already have an idea. Twice a week there's a talent night in the Web, we can take advantage of that."

You look at her critically raising an eyebrow.

Kalana's grin gets wider: "Exactly that! On those evenings they spice up their program with freelancers and hobby hookers. We both get hired, which gives us limited security access. Enough to trick the scanners in the entrance area so Flash and Sarge can bring in the rest of our equipment. We find a room, organize a map and pick up the package."

"Sounds like an idea, but how do we stay unrecognized above" Sarge throws in.

"It's best we dress up as guards." you reply. “Once inside maybe I can find the package magically.”

Kalana smiles: "I think I can help with that."

Flash leans back into his seat: "Well then I'll organize a vehicle for a quick escape if need be"

"Slowly it seems a plan is coming together, I'm drinking to it". Sarge raises his glas.