<b>Spook<br/>
</b><br/>The man behind the bar gave Spook a looked somewhere between dismay and boredom. He looked at the credits she'd slid toward him for a moment, his eye's lingering on her shiny new fingers. Something was passing through his mind.<br/><br/>"Hutora." He slid the credits off the counter. "She's the queen of the universe down here. Got the guns, the drugs... you name it. You lookin' for a good time, you talk to her. You lookin' for a bad time..." He gave her a meaningful look. "You sellin' somethin' you talk to her or her people."<br/><br/>"But hey," He said, grabbing a shot glass and pouring something real strong into it, "Just between you and me, don't mention the biker chick. Hutora and her got some disagreement about something. Not on friendly terms." He pushed the glass in front of Spook. "First one's free. It's the rest of them you gotta worry about." He grinned, more than a few teeth slightly miscolored.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Darion<br/>
</b><br/>The man stepped out into the open air of Pangu, or at least the air outside the building. It was several flights of zigzagging concrete steps to get back down to the street. As he descended, he passed a man on his way up, a cigarette in his mouth, a trail of vapor slowly rising from its end. He had an SMG hanging around his shoulder and black glasses on, bare-chested but wearing a mahogany and red jacket with the design of a Kappa demonon its back. He gave Dariona  glance, but nothing more as he carried on.<br/><br/>It took a moment for the Dreg to settle into the man, the ambiance of the place, that oppressive glow of bright lights and dim corners. He looked down one street, saw he wasn't too far from Sakura Gardens, the super-complex rising like a windowed concrete pillar up into the lower city.<br/><br/>The other way was more Dreg. People, prostitutes, guns, food. A woman walked down the street, holding a long coat close around her, looking frightened as she passed a pair of men who leered at her, then started following her. She glanced back, disappeared down an alley. They followed.<br/><br/>Dozens of signs hung from the buildings, glowing in a multitude of languages, inviting would be patrons in, offering places to rest, eat, be entertained, fuck. All the same, down in the Dreg.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Valerie<br/>
</b><br/>When Darion left she was suddenly alone in the hallway, across from the door that Kal, unconscious and stitched up lay. At least, she was led to believe he was stitched up. For all she knew this 'Daddy' had cut him up, and she was hanging out in a under wraps Chopshop. One of the lights overhead was making a quiet buzzing noise.<br/><br/>A door opened down the hall. She recognized it as the front door. Footsteps followed. A man in a mahogany and red coat with a cigarette between his lips came down the hall, an SMG hanging from his shoulder. He walked passed Valerie, giving her only a glance. He disappeared around the corner. She heard a knock on a door, the door open, a question asked. "Where is he?"<br/><br/>Daddy Shizu came back around the corner, glancing at Valerie, leading the man to the door across from her. The man with the SMG gave Valerie a longer look than before before opening the door and looking in. Valerie could see Kal laying inside, medical instruments around him. Mr. SMG muttered, "Son of a bitch..."<br/><br/>He looked at Valerie. "Who are you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>