The snakes dispersed, driven by nothing but instinct and an insatiable hunger for human flesh, a hunger that very few ever experienced. Hunger that required one to understand the nuance of starvation, and to make a horrific choice to avoid that fate. Most of them were cleaned up, made short work of by the bars' genetically enhanced patrons. The unluckiest of the patrons, however, had pod-shaped growths in his ears, tumors that picked up on 2.4 gigahertz frequency, and he was currently on the toilet rocking out to the song that had started playing throughout the club. 

Doe hated to murder someone while they were on the john, but she was working and there was no room for mercy in her line of work. A tiny iridescently scaled reptile made its way into the stall, biting the man and injecting him with a sample of stored neurotoxins J-3 had created. The man slumped to the ground immediately, his enhanced physiology unable to keep up with the slurry of harm that the Thinker had created. Jane hopped down from the rafters, fluttering her pigeon wings as they shifted into arms and landing in the stall. The snake turned and bit her, its body going limp as it made contact, being subsumed into Doe's as suddenly as it struck. 

The man before her was butt-ugly, function taking precedent over form as he made bodily modifications, and for some absurd reason, he had entirely removed his neck. It was no wonder these people were wanted dead or alive; they were disgusting. She placed a hand on the man's stomach, sliding her hand up to his bare chest. Digging her fingers into his flesh, she pulled her arm back, taking his skin off in one fluid motion, sending his body slumping to the floor. "Let's see here. There's a specialized tissue giving off identifying secretions... Not near the pineal, then the pituitary perhaps?" She continued haruspicy for several moments before finding what she was looking for.
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There was a pause as Kiran threw open the back doors and entered the room. The male Doe extricated himself from the wall that he had been thrown into, the poor thing looking both confused and hurt; one of its horns missing after the violent collision with the club interior. He stood up woozily and shook his head as if it would shake off the fatigue from all his recent activity. He raised a hand to the missing horn, rubbing the spot where it would've sprouted from his head and letting out a low whine. Pigeons continued to filter in at regular intervals until it seemed as if every pigeon in the Undercity had gathered at Cortex. One of the more handsome birds began to coo, and several females responded in kind, prompting their fellows to act; before long, there was a constant dissonance of pigeon sounds that was audible in the lulls between musical notes.    

Jane pressed her foot against the door, kicking it open as she practically skipped into the main room of the club, moving with the undeniable swagger of someone on their own turf. She found herself nearly halfway between J-3 and Kiran, her appearance tweaked to resemble none other than Kiran Kingsley himself. The mimicry wasn't perfect; she'd acquired cult pheromones but had no way of creating a tinker alloy tail. Instead, it was an osseous frame covered with an iron shell she copied from a particular gastropod, then colored with pigments. She had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows on her white dress shirt, the left arm halfway buttoned. Polka-dotted red suspenders supported black pants that led to bare feet, all with a lab coat thrown haphazardly over everything. 

She used Kiran's borrowed face to look around the club as she walked, [color=ec008c][b]"Well!? You heard me, this is going to take some time, so get to it! Whoever disposes of these eye-sores will be rewarded with a lifetime supply of my chems, and oh, what the hell, bring the velociraptor thing in alive, for vivisection, and I'll even throw in some biomods, as a treat."[/b][/color] She hooked a thumb back at J-3. When no one immediately moved, her tail darted out, coiling around the legs of one of the unfortunate souls who didn't flee. She held him upside down, so that his face roughly aligned with her own. [color=ec008c][b]"Perhaps a little chemical assistance will get my point across."[/b][/color] Her hand went into the lab coat, producing a grainy red powder that she blew into the man's face. [color=ec008c][b]"Anyone who flees or doesn't act will be dosed with Berzerk, which I don't recommend, as those who metaphorically lose their heads in this fight, will likely do so quite literally. Have fun, my dearies."[/b] [/color]

Her tail relaxed, dropping the wolf-faced man she had been holding. For a moment, he didn't move, his eyes staring at something far, far away; then the Wiindigo overtook him. Crouching down, he sprang at Jane, who used her tail to bat him away from Kiran. The man scrambled upright and threw himself at a nearby trio of lizard-like men, sinking his teeth into one of their necks. The remaining two took a few steps back and reached for their autoguns, spraying bullets at the man, filling him full of holes as a keenly amplified sense of fear caused ricochets and stray shots to be fired at J-3. 

The wolf-face man kept chewing right up until his body went limp, at which point one of the lizardmen turned and bit his companion, who dropped his weapon and bit back. The two scuffled for a half second more before hissing and redirecting their rage at nearby gang members. Another spray of hastily fired bullets went through Cortex, chaos breaking loose as an infectious psychosis swept through the bar patrons, as cult members attacked J-3 in a desperate bid to acquire Kiran's tinkertech.