"Haha...yeah right...me, keep you safe...You're down right impressive young lady. I've never seen such power and ferocity all stored up in such a beautiful little package...You're amazing. " Heck said as they dismounted their horses. He was happy she'd said yes, truthfully it was dangerous for them to be together with the NCP looking for them, but he didn't want to leaver her alone either.<br/><br/>They made their way into the city, staying the the back alleyways and out of sight. They had a couple of close calls with passing NCP hovercars, but none of them stopped , so the must not have been scanning for them. Most likely the NCP believed that they hold up outside the city, not trying to sneak back in.<br/><br/>Heck had a specific destination, one that was in the worst part of London and fortunately one that NCP agents were usually to afraid to traverse. This was good because they wouldn't have to worry about getting spotted by agents, but not good because as far as the maniacs that lived here were concerned, Heck was still fair game.<br/><br/>The drug den he led them too was a rundown, and long since abandoned apartment building that local synth-dopers had turned it into their own personal utopia. Armed gang members, with street-jacked cybernetics, stood guard, making a sure no violence broke out. The place was run by the a nefarious street gang called, The Sparkbenders. They were black market programmers and dirty-cybernetics installers. They made their cash by manufacturing a synthetic Heroin/methamphetamine cocktail called 'Deadhead', this paid for the parts to construct their steampunk inventions. The dirty cybernetics were know for their power and unique fittings, but they were also known for catastrophic failures that usually ended with explosions. And when you mixed the chaotic enhancements with the effects of the 'Deadhead' you got a particularly volatile mixture.<br/><br/>They were in fact, bringing out an example of the toxic mixture, when Heck and Haizel approached. The man had a large robotic arm grafted onto his left side, he was a former arm wrestling champion, but now he was just another ODed corpse. Heck pushed Haizel aside so the bouncers could get by,but they weren't going very far, as they dumped the disgraced champ's body in the gutter.<br/><br/>As the two made it inside of the run down and graffitti covered building, Heck had to put his sleeve over his nose in order to block the smell of extreme body odor and piss. He was just about to turn and tell Haizel to do the same, but he saw she'd already done it ; he felt bad, knowing that if his ordinary senses were put off by the stink, her enhanced senses must be like torture right now. "Sorry honey..." he apologized.<br/><br/>The first floor was full of the worst of the worst, these degenerates, couldn't afford nearly anything, so they posted up on the bottom floor, in hopes that some doped up smack head might drop his stash. Heck pushed through them, he'd held onto Haizel free arm to make sure they didn't get separated. Once they'd crossed the room, the came to the elevator. It was in horrible disrepair, and looked more like a deathtrap then a way to get up through the floors.<br/><br/>Heck and Haizel got in and informed the half gorilla, cyberpunk that they wanted the top floor. The synthetically altered gorilla-man turned around, one of his eyes was a milky white, and then a red glow illuminated his dead eye from within. It was a scanner, and he ran it over the both of them. Heck didn't hesitate, He knew what the bodyguard was going to say, and preemptively reached into his coat and produced his gun, handing it over without and discussion.<br/><br/>The Gorilla-man closed the gate and the elevator started its ascension up through the 'levels of hell', that made up the Sparkbender's HQ. With an open front gate, Heck and Haziel watched the different debaucheries on each as they passed by. The second floor was a shooting gallery, countless Deadhead's laid around on mattresses and ratty couches, hallucinating about a nicer world than this one. The third floor was the brothel; there were cybernetic fetish stations where highly modified prostitutes sucked and fucked with transfigured mouth's and pussies. Extra arms specially fitted with sex toys massaged the perverts, as they moaned and spurted. The third floor was no better, this was the gang's 'underground' Surgical unit, where they affixed unclean cybernetics to clients that couldn't afford the real stuff. The fourth floor was the Deadhead manufacturing plant, which Heck made sure Haizel was still covering her nose, which she indeed was. The fifth floor was the Sparkbenders member floor, and inside were 50 of the meanest looking jacked up homeboys either of them had ever seen.<br/><br/>Finally the sixth floor arrived and the elevator man raised the gate and Heck and Haizel walked out into a vastly different environment than the past floor's decor. This floor was nicely decorated and with expensive art hanging on the walls. Plush furniture was placed in an obvious flare of an interior designer, while pure oxygen was pumped into the room, negating the smells of the previous levels. A singular well dressed man sat an impressive desk, he didn't appear to be outwardly modified, but appearances could be deceiving.<br/><br/>"Good evening Django, I haven't seen you since i busted you for street-hustling your tech...what was it? 5 years ago? You've done well for yourself I can see." Heck said as he and Haizel approached the man's desk. But as they moved it became obvious that the gorilla in the elevator wasn't Django's only defense system; automated gun turrets mounted in the corners followed them as they closed the distance.<br/><br/>"What can you do for you Agent Morrison...As I believe all my bribes are paid up... so you must be here for a social call....or is it<span style="font-weight: bold">business</span>, possibly ?" Django said, eyeing Haizel up and down like a piece of meat. "You wanna sell her off? I pay ya top credit for her...What are you working with there girl? huh? Your what...like a first generation 'thrope'....I got clients that would pay out the ass for a piece of yours!"  Django cruelly smiled at her.