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Beeeep... beeeeep... beeeep...

​Your phone is by your laptop on top of a pile of paperwork, empty junk-food boxes and tech stuff. You hold a piece of paper with an old number in your left hand.

Beeeep... beeeeep... beeeep...

Ted Allemby is a member of the Distillers, a small gang of neon-ravers, anti-corporates and drug dealers. As rude and dumb he can be  (last time you saw him, he was a noisy rookie trying to gain some attention from the older members), his life is in the streets. Mostly, at least.

Beeeep... bee-

-​Hello, Old Ma's Delicious Meals here, how can I help you?

​There he is. He is not exactly the boss​.

Ted is usually one of Brian's clients.

He is some kind of minor drug dealer, and sometimes wants to know whether his own customers have money enough or not - in order to trust them goods. Brian can investigate them through the GLOWNET, and bring Ted's the information.

Of course, Ted doesn't know "Janus".

 - Hello Ted. It's Brian. I need to ask you for a piece of information.

There is a brief silence.

-Uh... Ok... how many sintburguers?... right... just a second... I need to switch off something...

Sounds of hiding .When he speaks again is whispering :

-Brian, dude, what's up? We got a hungry mob here now...

 - I need to talk with a member of the Iron Maidens. Would you please introduce me? - asks Brian directly.

-With the Iron Maidens? Negative, dude: they have been very fisty in the last weeks. The Distillers used to pass material to the Bleach Panthers but since the gunfight things are very tense. 

The Iron Maidens are the second largest gang of Glow City but estimations about their numbers go from a few hundreds to several thousands. Theoretically ,they are ruled by a single leader  (Big Bertha, Scourge of the Block!) but the city is so vast that smaller gangs of Iron Maidens appear in smaller areas. Despite being in the same faction, relationships between the subgroups of Iron Maidens are not always friendly. The Bleach Panthers are one of these smaller gangs.

-We used to be allies, you know: we sold them drugs, they paid us, everybody was happy. But of a sudden, they don't want anymore and they killed a poor guy in a night club! There was a truce there, mate! And now things are very tense.

- Ok man. But, assuming you cannot put me in touch with they - could you tell me where can I find them? The rest comes on my own.

Ted sighs:

-The Bleach Panthers' den is an abandoned multi-level car park in Prospect Street, in the border between the Block Quarter and the Neon one. But I wouldn't go there if I were you, Brian. Those girls are freakin' tough! 

- Thanks for the advice, man, but I have no choice. I'll be careful.

- I owe you one. Take care.

"Sure. So long, man"

This is just an extra single point as a bonus.