Iris had been searching for a way to sell the two drones she had gotten from the last mission for some time. Having called her Rinraku friend, Elliot, she was given a list of three people/organizations that might be interested in the drones. Top on the list was Rinraku, and the second was some other company, but the third one intrigued her. A man by the name of Dranz Stevan. 

Getting in contact with him was a little more difficult than expected, but she found a way. Elliot directed her to a place where a friend of Dranz typically hung out. She met the friend and after some... "coercing" she got him to help her. Unfortunately, the only way he could get her in contact with Dranz was via letters which the friend, James, would deliver. Iris huffed and wrote the man a note. 

"Thanks, come back in two days." 

So she did. Meeting him at the same dark little bar, Iris asked if Dranz had considered her offer. 

"He has... He wrote you a letter back." The friend handed her the letter, which she opened.

[i]Dear Lotus,
It's nice to meet you. I would like to purchase your drones, but I've been very bored lately. I'll purchase your drones if you'll play a game with me. You may send the small one as it is, give James your address and he shall come and pick it up and pay you for it.

However, the large one shall be sent in parts. Monday, I'd like left two legs dressed us as giant drumsticks and left on top of the Venchari building downtown, preferably hung off the side if you can manage that. Tuesday, the right two legs I'd like sewn onto a giant baby doll and placed in the park in the north corner of the city, the one with the trees. I'd like the body covered in bread and left at the duck pond near Quacker's Crackers restaurant on Wednesday. Thursday, deliver the guns to James' house dressed as a bride and groom. Friday, pack the bullet storage unit with honey mustard and onion pretzel bits, you know, the good kind, and 
send it to my address in a box full of packing peanuts, real peanuts, and the bullets. Once this is done I shall pay you.

Dranz[/i]

Iris looked up at James, who was drinking Death Gin. "So, you up for it?" James asked.

Iris looked back at the paper and then back to James and was just like "Nope."

She then left, and sold her drones to the second organization on the list of three, who just accepted them in some empty parking lot swap in the night. She got her $60,000 and was happy.