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[code]Location: DCT-21-WEST
Mission: Retrieval
Target: YH-98 “Crowd surfer”
Type: Chemical
Current owner: “the engineer”

Details: A former employee from Agratha Pharmaceuticals left the company an undisclosed time ago. Due to classification issues, we cannot give you his full name. He is known within district-21’s Enders zone as “The engineer”. This person is in possession of a chemical named YH-98. It has the street name: Crowd surfer. Retrieval of a large sample of this chemical is desired by Agratha Pharmaceuticals. Payout will be calculated upon retrieval and delivery. Be advised: potential bonus if POI “The Engineer” is neutralized. Tier 3 means authorized.

Happy hunting.[/code][/b][/hider]
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Location: [color=gray]District-21[/color]
Time: [color=gray]15-12-2302[/color]
[color=silver]Adrian wandered the Enders. In his younger years, he used to walk through the central parts. Where you only stopped partying to sleep. Hell, even then most would stop dancing in drug induced dream. If you wanted drugs, district-21 was the best place in the West. Lax regulations, uncaring cops and a shady underworld fitting like a ring around the centre made sure that anything that can get cooked up will be at your disposal. The old man couldn't say he was particularly surprised when he noticed nothing changed. The drug lords profited on parties and district 21 has been partying for decades now. Of course, paired with the drug came the violence. Which the drug lords carefully kept within the borders of the Enders. Killing in Central would be bad for business. Still, as Adrian walked through the slums, he couldn't help but see a few burned out windows. Fire was a good way to clear out labs. Those places were filled with chemicals. Professional labs keep the most dangerous substances behind fireproof, locked, reinforced doors. In district 21? Hell, if they were placed in a closet the lab would be considered upscale. So the oldest trick in the book was applied. Kick down the door and throw a burning bottle inside. The molotov cocktail hadn't been changed for over 4 centuries now. Mostly because it's effective, cheap and quick.

Adrian knew all this because he carried out a few raids himself in the zone. Which meant he made some allies, but also a whole lot of enemies. Not that he cared much. He was a man that just took what he wanted and cleared out. If anyone had a problem with it, he moved swiftly to solve it. Adrian entered a bar that looked at weathered as he was and took his place at the counter. [b]"A whiskey."[/b] was all he asked. The patron couldn't care less. Adrian wasn't a regular, so wasn't worth his time. He just poured the glass and shoved it towards Adrian. Who dutifully paid his 10 credits. The stuff was vile, raw and burned his throat. Too much alcohol, too little of something else. That, and it could use some ice. But this was the stuff from the Enders. Where men didn't drink to celebrate. They drank to forget. To feel numb. Hours past and the bar got crowded. It quickly got rowdy and loud. But Adrian kept silent. Seemingly without any indication, he walked out and pulled one of his cigarettes. In this time and day, they were both expensive and entirely replaced by eCigs and the like. "Hey, man! Spare a cig for a bro?" Some punk kid asked with a far too big smile. In a second Adrian examined him, as he held out his carton. Second-grade clothing, like most of the Ender residents. But lots of bling. Shiny belt, rings heavy necklace. The kid made top bucks. That and he asked for a cigarette. Cigs were still smoked as a sign of wealth. Especially among the lower classes. "Light?" the kid asked, and Adrian obliged.

For a moment it all stayed quiet. Both men puffed some smoke into the damp night sky. The cloud illuminated by the fading neon, and the only streetlight that wasn't broken.[b] "A man of taste, I see?"[/b] Adrian asked, as he puffed another cloud into the air. [b]"Must mean you're a man of wealth too."[/b] A man, with a girl on each of his arm walked out of the bar, completely ignoring the two smoking men. "A hommie gotta do what he gotta do to survive in this world, right?" Adrian silently agreed. [b]"So what you sell?"[/b] The youngster eyed him, trying to get a grasp at the trenchcoated guy who was far too old to be wandering the Enders. "Yo man, you from the cops or something? Listen, doc said he cleared me. Check the name, man. Alejandro." [b]"I'm not a cop."[/b] "Then what you on about asking about stuff man! You got cigs, walk in the trenchcoat. What next, a gun?" Adrian felt tempted. But instead he just threw his half-smoked cigarette into the ground and stamped it out. [b]"Where can I find your... doc?"[/b] He did not expect cooperation. "Listen man, I'm out of-" the man couldn't finish his sentence, before a right hook landed right on his jaw. "The shit man!?" he cried out, as he laid out on the ground. With a leather shoe on his check. Pressing down. [b]"The engineer. Where?"[/b]

"I don't know! Okay! I don't know! He contacts me! He moves his lab! From terrain to terrain. Okay! The guy cooks some fine stuff but he also makes some crazy! More crazy than good stuff actually! He's constantly on the run! So when he needs to spread some stuff he calls me!" Adrian kneeled down next to the kid, taking him by the cheeks with his hand, examining him. [b]"You've ever been in a fight?"[/b] The kid looked confused but nodded yes. [b]"Lost?"[/b] He nodded no.[b] "Now you have."[/b] With one fell strike, he hit the kid in the eye with enough force to ensure he would get a black eye. After that he dropped a card on the kid's chest. [b]"When he calls, you tell me."[/b] It wasn't a request. After that, he walked out into the shadows again.[/color]