~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In the Darkness of<b><i>Jynx's suite</i></b><br/><br/><b><span style="color: red">Sue</span></b>heard a semi-muffled "thump!"...  At least she thought she heard what just woke her up. Maybe a dream. She blinked her eyes slowly and looked at the clock... 5 something... ugh. Then "Jynx" heard what it must have been... her stomach growled and she felt the "need" return. "Jynx" remembered Fanya's offer about "breakfast" and wondered if the painted lady was awake...<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In the Darkness of<b><i>Darion's Suite</i></b><br/><br/>Yes, Jessica... or was it... Jennifer? lay buck naked on top of the sheets, her body face down and the delicious ass making a nice round... something to stare at from the table in the corner of the room.<b><span style="color: red">Darion</span></b>just woke up stretched out and leaned back in the suite's comfortable chair, his arm supported by the table next to him... boxer shorts was the only thing that he wore as his side arm was just within his reach at the table itself.  It was early, yes... too early but this might be a good opportunity to get sobered up and the waitress out of here... She did come see him after her shift was up... but last thing Darion wanted was trouble with the Omertas boys and Je... she was one of them for sure.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Outside<b><i>the Gomorrah</i></b><br/><br/><span style="color: red"><b>Markus</b></span>made it! He made it to the steps of Gomorrah, like he promised himself he would. In pain from the recent beatings and very early in the morning yes. Tired, hungry, he waved at the prostitutes along the way as he walked as quickly as he could into that dreamed of lobby. He just needed a room and a rest. Hell, maybe even run into an old friend or two would be nice. At least he made that delivery... he knew Fanya would be happy about that at least. Maybe the crazy bitch could help him get patched up a bit in the process.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>On the streets<i><b> of Freeside</b></i><br/><br/><b><span style="color: red">Santa</span></b>wasn't one for skulking about in the dark. Any damn fool who would try to take him on in the streets of Freeside better have brought an army. He lugged all his equipment, arms and supplies with him. He has his lighting and sensors for what was to come. Damn these bullshit science team get ups and their need to fuck with natures law. He was set on getting his friend out of here no matter what the cost to the ones who ran that place. He arrived in the dark at the man-hole indicated on the map. He stuffed his thick and muscular finger into the hole and lifted the lid off like it was coffee lid. Getting his thick body in here was going to be another trick as he greased his skin up with oils and slid down into the man-hole and the forbidding dark of the tunnels of the Old Sin City.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>