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Originally,  The Awesome Sauce was a restaurant, the first of a franchise that was supposed to make millions in benefits. Unluckily for the owner, Zing! Megacorp did not tolerate the competence and just made the restaurant close. The place became a fashion boutique first, an holo-cinema second and a brothel later. Finally, after several scandals and security forces interventions, the building was bought by a honest businessman who turned it into a Night Club. The original signal with the name of the restaurant was found in the basement and happy with the idea of reducing costs (nobody alive could claim copyright for the name) , The Awesome Sauce was born again. 

Truth be told, after such a long life, the club is not exactly a classy bar. Most of the walls have been painted in black to cover signs of damage. Crowds of students invade the place every night and, despite the security controls, fights are common. 

Due to the client's type, prices are low, the same as the quality of the drinks. Drug dealers make good money with the youngsters, usually more than waiters.

There is a weapon scanner in the entrance of the club. No guns, knifes, bats, brass nuckles, chains, nunchakus, katanas and the like are allowed. After midnight. Most of the week. 

Right now, it's six o'clock in the evening and there's not many people. Just a single waiter behind the bar. His clothes look much more expensive than the rest of the furniture. 

A group of students are sitting in a corner. They drink and laugh noisily. 

In the bar, a girl with a cromed arm looks her empty and smokes. She looks in a really bad mood and knocks the surface with her fingers in an obsessive rhythm. 

In a corner, an old man with bionic eyes watches everyone as they enter. Despite an unhealthy cough, he smokes one cigarette after another. He wears a long black coat that could be covering pretty much anything. 

Gecko arrives at the place early, like he didn't have anything better to do. He silently check out the local and sorroundigns exploring escape routes and unconventional acces points (vent points, emergency stairs, roof acces, etc). He didn't ask for anything and just wanders the place until their partners arrive.

Jay arrives to the club wearing the black coat, as he told “Smile” he was going to. He looks around looking for the unicorn logo in a leather jacket, but instead he finds out there´s another man wearing a similar black coat. 

He decides to wait for Smile outside the club, so he can´t mistake him. Jerome take out his electronic cigarette and start to smoke. 

The club is amazingly common: three bars  (two are closed now), dirty sofas  (it smells like desinfectant, smoke and urine), black walls  (one layer after another of black paint to cover holes, stains and even old pictures and blocked doors), a chill out room  (smells like toxic smoke) and a dancing floor whose lights are right now off. Old rusty-covered-in-paint stairs lead to the toilets and the emergency exit to the roofs. 

You can't help but notice that the students are cheering over a chalk silhouette of the type drawn around a corpse.

"Ya lookin' for something, chap? Ya look to me like someone who can use some help"

The old man with bionic eyes has appeared by you. Interesting, not many people can surprise you. 

"Name's Textrom, Kamkar Textrom, honest night businessman. Quite sure not seein' ya here before"

He offers you a gloved hand. 

Johnny parks his orange motorcycle with flames painted on the sides of the gas tank and golden rims and puts down the suspender with his leather high shoe. He removes his helmet with a unicorn painted on the side and shakes his manly mane with a hand covered by a fingerless glove with tacks. 

Dressed with his leather jacket, white t-shirt and jeans he looks glamorous, he looks cool. 

Or so he thinks. Others might disagree about a teenager that just came out of prison trying to look like he is a superstar. But that is irrelevant to him. He is dirt poor right now, but he is bound for glory. He is sure of it. 

He sees a guy with a long and dark trenchoat and moves towards him. 

When he reaches his side he lights a cigarette and looks at the guy from the rim of his sight. Yup, that is Taylor. Hello, there. Ready to check the place? 

"Smile" hails the two men: the guy with the black coat and bionic eyes who is obviously Jerome (and can't be anybody else) and the hooded man, probably the not-much-speaking Gecko.

"Jerome ya sai? Ya must mistaking me for some other chap, dude. The name's Textrom, Kamkar Textrom"

Textrom sucks his wet cigarette long and deep. He coughs after as if his lungs were full of rubble. Finally, with a smile so dark that could frighten a combat cyborg, puts a hand in a shoulder of each man.

"Ya can't hide from good ol' Textrom. What are ya looking for?"

Jerome was lost in her mind for a sec, searching in his own head for lost memories. While he was looking the white rings coming out of his mouth, the smoke turned into fragmented pictures. His old house, his family, his brother and nieces. Fuck! I’m going  to find the responsable for your death...

He came back to reality when Smile arrives. Jerome looked him enter to the club without recognize him. Jay hesitated for a moment, while Smile was calling by the name of Taylor to the other man with the black coat. He decided to follow Smile and seat near that scene.

A second later, the black coat's man was talking to Smile and the other man (Jay assumed the other man was Gecko), but Jerome just stay there, hearing them talk, prepared to take out his gun if necessary.

Johnny does not like the storng hand in his shoulder. More often than not these situations have ended with him being mauled and thrown out of the bar in a very bad shape. He decides to play innocent and true to see if he can avouid any problems.  

He smiles and talks to the guy that looks like he is more enhanced than he looks at first sight.

Sorry, the dark light confused me. I have to meet with a colleague and I confused him for you. If you do not mind we would be on our way inside to check the place and its drinks, as I said. 

Being who he seems to be, hopefully Textrom will understand. Places like The Sauce are usual for conducting businesses among the lowly. And they all look like they belong to that collective. 

"Fair 'nuff, chap. Ya know where to find ma"

The man in black goes back to his corner as he lights another cigarette.

You look each other in turns. Looks like, in the end, the band has finally met.

Gecko almost draw the gun when that creepy dude jumpscared him. ¿What's the matter with the people? ¿They didn't know how to leave a man alone? He just glazes strangely at Kamkar and negates with his head.

- I didn't look for anything, just waiting- awnsers.- They call me Gecko, I'm from the 'hood, just passing by- adds, shrugging his shoulders. Kamkar looked like the man to know in this kind of places. Sure he has intel on the case, but he prefeers to let their partherns do the talking. He aproach to the two mans that are speaking. There is no doubt that they are the ones.

- Hi, Slinky here, call me Gecko outside the net- salutes,- ¿How do we gona find that chick?

Well, he failed to identify Taylor at first, but at least he found Slinky-Gecko! And it seems jerome is there as well. Nice. John smiles and his AWESOME white teeth shine in the dim light of the place.

Great to meet you guys. the more the merrier. he assesses his companions. Gecko looks like someone that can deal with stuff in dark alleys and be good at controlling environments. However he does not look to be in his place INSIDE a fancy club. In a back alley knife fight he would be your man. Taylor looks like someone you can depend on in case of trouble, and looks around with a trained eye. Cool. Johnny is unable to assess if he is any good talking to people, though. 

Relax, we are not here to find the girl. At least not yet. John smiles again. It is time to get intel on the Iron Maidens first and the girl second. If we start asking for the girl we will raise a lot of suspicion, but we can surely ask about the Maidens and their relationship with the bar. Maybe we can divide our efforts. Gecvko, you look like tyou know how to manage yourself in the streets and back alleys. Maybe you can ask OUTSIDE the bar for who is the boss around here and their relationship with the neighbourhood? I will try to talk to the bartender. Taylor, what about you? Do you suppose you can try to check the place to see if there is anything interesting with the place itself, like dodgy back rooms or particular clientele? We have a few hours before this comes congested, so I would suggest we take it slow and try not to draw attention to ourselves. I guess Kamkar could be as well be observing US for example; maybe he is security for the place or he is just a merc, but he cannot be ignored, and I am surew there are others around like him. We have plenty of time to observe the location at our leissure, so no hurry. better slow than sorry. Smooth. How does that sound to you, guys? 

​"Are you having something for drinking, gentlemen? Any music requests?"

Jerome paid attention to Johnny´s plan, then shacked hands with both and says:

- Nice to meet you too guys. I’ll take a walk around the bar. Let´s see what I can find here. By the way, drinks on me this time.

He turns towards the bar, and he met the waiter.

- I´ll take a gin tonic. You can ask the unicorn guy what he wants to listen.

Jerome starts to look around. 

Gecko simply negates with his head, he doesn't want anything form the bartender. Then leaves the local to ask outside about the Maidents. Maybe there is some intel than he can gathers about it.

But this part of the city was pretty hostile with homeless people and he couldn't find anyone who knows anything and has the will to talk. Surely they are hiding, he must try harder.

Holding your drink, you have a walk around.

The club is amazingly common: three bars  (two are closed now), dirty sofas  (it smells like desinfectant, smoke and urine), black walls  (one layer after another of black paint to cover holes, stains and even old pictures and blocked doors), a chill out room  (smells like toxic smoke) and a dancing floor whose lights are right now off. Old rusty-covered-in-paint stairs lead to the toilets and the emergency exit to the roofs. 

You can't help but notice that the students are cheering over a chalk silhouette of the type drawn around a corpse. As a veteran cop, you have been in more than a few crime scenes. In this particular one, the police work has finished as there are no tape. The silhouette is one of a young man, dead from a shoot in the chest (possibly more). The students are speaking and laughing and they seem to know the deceased as the stories are all about him.

You catch a few more words: "Those bitches", "Totally unfair", "Excessive".

The Neon Quarter is always too crowded: memories fade fast and loads of people just disappear every day in Glow City.

Gecko wanders through the back alleys making some questions but gathering little evidence of nothing. Yes, some Iron Maidens appear in this area from time to time but everyone comes to the Neon Quarter at some point.

After half an hour of nothing, Gecko's frustration grows. He is back in from of the Awesome Sauce. Not far away from the doors, a guy with a Mohawk is repairing something in his motorcycle (a big noisy model by the size of its tubes). By the bulk of his muscles, he is possibly a Livewire, a member of the biggest gang in the city. They are not exactly allies of the Iron Maidens and tend to act viciously before speaking. At least, this one is alone. Now.

​When asked about the Iron Maidens, the waiter points to the angry girl in the bar. Holding his drink, Johnny shows his best smile and takes a sit by her. It looks like she is not in the mood:

​"You came here very often?"

​"Fuck off, I am not a hooker!"

​"No... em... I am looking for the Iron Maidens"

​"Good luck, then, but you should try with regular prostitutes, perv"

​"I think there is a misunderstanding. Are you an Iron Maiden?"

​"No! That's the problem! If I were one you would already have three bullets under the belt!"

​She seems a character. Johnny recomposes himself and tries to start again.

Johnny opens his arms in a peace offer attitude. He holds his beer in one hand while doing so, since he is fairly sure that the bottle would have a good chance of ending up smashed in his face otherwise.  

Woah! Slow down there! I am only interested in doing business, not to hang up or anything else. Let's start again if you would, please? I will start: Name's Johnny. I am trying to get some info on the Maidens since I know they sometimes hang around here. You seem to know quite a few things about them. Maybe we can help each other?