[@Eviledd1984] [center][img]https://www.orionair.co.uk/server_room_ac_pro.jpg[/img] [hr] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220311/aed4f8e44f6b5ed6028130e1bc50aff5.png[/img][h2]&[/h2][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220310/f237e47c4f8b325ccae56acfc64e4674.png[/img] [hr][/center] [color=f26522]Not yet we need to download the rest of the data.[/color] [color=00aeef][b][i]"Shit, they're almost done!"[/i][/b][/color] Nina frantically whispered to Emma upon hearing Maggie's voice call out. [color=00aeef][b][i]"What do we do, Emma?"[/i][/b][/color] Emma couldn't find a response, nervously watching the group as they began to pull out from the servers. Finally, she made her decision. [b]"Fuck it! Let's go!"[/b] Quickly she darted from her cover, raising her revolver towards Maggie's gang, shouting as loud as she could, [b]"Nova City Police! Drop your fucking weapons, now!"[/b] Nina soon joined her, albeit timidly shuffling out from behind the wall with her pistol trained on the group as well. [color=00aeef][b][i]"O-oh uh...what's up, Mags?"[/i][/b][/color] She giggled softly, her porcelain cheeks glowing a neon shade of fuchsia. [color=00aeef][b][i]"Look, I know this is totally embarrassing right now, but if you could just...you know...tell your crew to drop their guns, that would be cool."[/i][/b][/color] [b]"Better let me handle this, Lita Ford."[/b] Emma quipped, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the group. [b]"You heard what I said, assholes! Drop the weapons now and put your hands behind your heads! Move it! You too, script kiddie!"[/b] Emma aimed her gun at Maggie while barking out orders, [b]"On the ground! Now!"[/b] [hr] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/40/b6/63/40b663354052399066afb4aff0e8db65.jpg[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220228/11075c38be0cdd491d3b42d4da31dbbd.png[/img] [hr] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_DCqMxwH4Q[/center] Meanwhile, Hiro's car came to a stop outside the Venus District. Typical of a Friday night the entire place was packed, sidewalks and streets crowded with eager young men, and even some women, standing outside the litany of sordid establishments as they ogled licentiously at the merchandise on display, all bathed in hues of vibrant crimson and magenta emanating from the blinking and flashing neon signs and larger than life holograms of strippers and working girls dancing ever so sensually to lure their lecherous clientele into their webs. Hiro sat in his vehicle for a moment, merely taking in the scenery with a perturbed look in his eyes. The whole thing just reminded him of what he endured as a child, the very hell his drug addicted mother dragged him through when she got involved with this place. Not to mention how it took her life. Hiro grimaced at the sight of signs loudly proclaiming: "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS!" "PEEP SHOW!" "LIVE NUDES!" "VR PLEASURE DOMES!" It all just made the detective sick to his stomach. [color=ec008c][b]"This better be worth it."[/b][/color] Internally he sighed, preparing himself before stepping out of his car and slamming the door shut. Flicking away his cig, the detective shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and trudged across the street, momentarily spooked by some idiot in a corvette speeding past him. Hiro grit his teeth and shook his head, then he continued along until he was right in the thick of the crowd. A few elbow bumps and scrutinizing gazes later and he was ambling through the entrance of a bordello, immediately his nostrils assaulted by the smell of sex, sleaze, and too much perfume and cigar smoke. He glanced about the room, noticing all the women either lounging about in various states of undress or tending to clients. His gaze soon came upon an African-American man in a darkly lit booth, wearing a gaudy looking fur coat and a pair of rose-tinted aviators. On each side of him on the velvet couch he lounged across were two rather striking Asian girls, one of them languidly staring up at the man and stroking his bare chest. Hiro didn't even have to scan him to know who he was. [color=ec008c][b]"Must be a dream come true for you, Big V."[/b][/color] Nishida scoffed as he approached the pimp. [color=ec008c][b]"All these lovely ladies at your beckoned call."[/b][/color] Victor took a drag off the thick cigar between his lips, blowing a puff of acrid smoke Hiro's way before flicking ashes onto the burgundy carpet. [color=fff200][b]"I thought I told your chief we payed up this month, Nishida."[/b][/color] He bitterly proclaimed. [color=fff200][b]"So why you come down here fuckin' with me, huh?[/b][/color] [b][color=ec008c]"Relax, Victor."[/color][/b] Replied Nishida. [b][color=ec008c]"I'm not here to extort you or your girls. I came here to speak to one of them. I believe her name is Sweetie."[/color][/b] [color=fff200][b]"Oh, is that so?"[/b][/color] Said Victor intriguingly, tilting his shades down a little to reveal his luminous cybernetic eyes. [color=fff200][b]"You here about that girl that was murdered, aren't you? Yeah, Hayworth her name. Jenna Hayworth. She fooled around with Sweetie a couple of times. I even watched 'em get down and dirty once."[/b][/color] A rather lewd grin parted the pimp's lips, followed by a snicker. [color=fff200][b]"Sure, you can talk to her...for usual fee."[/b][/color] [color=ec008c][b]"Hmph! Now you're the one extorting me."[/b][/color] Hiro retorted, reaching into his coat pocket and fishing out his wallet. [color=ec008c][b]"Here."[/b][/color] Coldly, he slapped a few bills on the table in front of Victor, his eyes narrowed in disdain. [color=fff200][b]"Then we have a deal, my man."[/b][/color] Victor laughed, reaching out his large, muscular hand to shake Hiro's. He then hollered towards the back of the bordello. [color=fff200][b]"Hey yo, Sweetie! Get your fine ass out here and see to this man, bitch!"[/b][/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b2/54/d1/b254d139dd5eeea9bc9a3f54faf40d69.jpg[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220315/2c8613f61ca91ca514271140c077454a.png[/img][/center] [hr] Upon his call, Sweetie emerged from behind the draped red velvet curtains, garbed only in a silk Japanese kimono that was left partly open to give a generous peek at her unmentionables. Her sparkling, sapphire eyes fell upon Hiro in a languid gaze, her plump lips curling into a decadent smirk. [color=ed145b][b]~"Well well..."~[/b][/color] She purred placing a hand on her perfectly round hip and giving Hiro a brief look over. [color=ed145b][b]~"You're certainly easy on the eyes. Here for a little action, hunny?"~[/b][/color] Hiro cocked his eyebrow, briefly scanning the woman up and down. He noticed the slight indentions in her bare legs, indicating some sort of cybernetics. His brow furrowed with a suspecting look towards her. [color=ec008c][b]"You're not a human, are you Sweetie?"[/b][/color] The detective inquired, though the answer was obvious to him. Sweetie batted her eyelashes and giggled softly in reply, [color=ed145b][b]~"What gave it away, sugar?"~[/b][/color] Her smooth, sultry voice. It sounded like a melody to the detective, more akin to a siren's sweet, seductive song luring men to their unfortunate demise. Thankfully, he was able to block such melodies out and ignore her lustful advances. [color=ed145b][b]~"It doesn't matter."~[/b][/color] Cooed Sweetie as she approached him, casually slipping one of her dainty hands up and down his chest while the other played with his black tie. [color=ed145b][b]~"Soon, you'll find out I'm more woman than you could ever dream"~[/b][/color] [color=ec008c][b]"Thanks, but no thanks Sweetie."[/b][/color] Callously the detective responded, pushing Sweetie away with a brief nudge. He watched as the cyberdoll stumbled backwards, a mix of bewilderment and disappointment momentarily on her synthetic face before she collected herself and resumed her sensual demeanor. [color=ed145b][b]~"What's the matter, baby?"~[/b][/color] Sweetie snickered with a teasing grin. [color=ed145b][b]~"You're not queer, are you?"~[/b][/color] [color=ec008c][b]"No, I'm not."[/b][/color] Bluntly Nishida replied readjusting his coat and tie. [color=ec008c][b]"I'm not here for pleasure."[/b][/color] Then he flashed his badge. [color=ec008c][b]"Special Detective Hiro Nishida. I'm here to speak to you about Jenna Hayworth."[/b][/color] Sweetie froze immediately, her face twisting into a grim expression. [color=ed145b][b]~"Not here."~[/b][/color] She whispered in the detective's ear, her slender fingers wrapping around his hand grasping tight. Nervously she glanced over her shoulder at Victor, the pimp eyeing her closely with a suspicious glare over his shades. [color=ed145b][b]~"Follow me."~[/b][/color] Without another word, Sweetie pulled Hiro away behind the curtains, then down the hall to one of the available rooms.