Sexy and uninhibited women in trouble? Looks like a job for me!

You've had entirely too many good times here to ignore any potential trouble that might be falling the men, women and others that work and live in the Salvaged Siren. Besides, if you help out, you might get a couple of gratitude bangs out of it. And nothing is a bigger motivator for you than a good bout of gratitude sex. Or angry sex. Or "this might be our last night alive" sex. Really, any sex is good sex.

You rest your right hand on the butt of your pistol while you reach out and open the door with your left, moving slow and careful so you can make sure to avoid making any needless noise. You step out of the room and into the hallway, the lurid red color seeming a bit out of place now that there was a chance of danger in this place that didn't stem from some exotic form of STD. The hall seems quiet and so you move as quietly and quickly as you can down it towards the end of the hall where stairs lead down to the main room.

You hug the wall next to the stair's landing and peek out to see if you can catch a glimpse of what's happening. From your vantage point, you can see that most of the working girls and guys (and other genders) have been rounded up along with their clients and herded off to the left. There seems to be four armed people of varying species watching them while another group of three ransacks the room. One man, human from the looks of him, stands apart from the rest keeping an eye on things. Obviously the leader, if you can tell from the fact that he's not doing any real work and looks about as smug and cocky as...well, you usually do.

"Spread out and find the bitch! We're bein' paid good money to track her down.", he growls at the trio that are currently pulling one of the couches out from against a wall and pressing their hands to the walls as if looking for a secret button somewhere.

The man then looks to the gathered group of frightened prostitutes and johns and gives them a wicked grin. "And all of you better be on your best behavior. That is if you don't wanna end up like the metal slut here.", he says and kicks a still form on the ground for emphasis.

You realize, after a closer look, that that form is Evie, the sex-droid still and lifeless on the ground. Her blue optics are dark and her shining form is still. There doesn't seem to be any external injury on her, but, judging by how completely she's shut down, you can guess that she'd been hit by a controlled EMP burst. You'd seen it before. Hell, you'd done it before on certain jobs. Still, it didn't sit right having it done to a droid you considered a friend of yours and who was a damn good lay.

You grip your pistol tighter as you realize you could get the jump on the group right now. There's eight of them in total, but you've got surprise and the high ground on your side. You could put a slug in at least three of them before they even reacted, probably even take out the leader without his even knowing. That is if you wanted to shoot first and ask questions later.

But the group seemed to be looking for a particular target and not just to cause random mayhem. Observing a bit more might be a good idea, if only to get more info. Still, seeing the bastard in the lead with his foot atop Evie's shining metal form makes you feel a rare surge of anger inside of your chest that makes you think that perhaps waiting patiently might be beyond you.