You creep downstairs, opening the large metal door quietly and walking down a rather dim hallway. Luckily your eyes are pretty well adjusted with the cybernetic enhancements, and can easily just make your way through. The sound of amp testing could be heard, as well as people talking. As you make your way down the hall, you can hear a few bits of riffs playing.<br/><br/>Finally, you peek over the corner and see where the sound is coming from. You find a large room that used to be for storage is now being used by this gang for drug making! Huge tanks covered the right wall with various liquids. Catwalks at the top used to pour the ingredients for the drugs in. Here, you find that besides the regular punk looking goons, there are a few people wearing full hazmat suits at the top of the catwalks. At the bottom, there are the regular looking thugs who are fill the containers with the liquids. The containers in question were portable plastic tanks that were worn like backpacks for the most part. These containers had various openings for the drugs to be put inside other containers, like jars, plastic bags, and syringes.<br/><br/>The left wall had people in gloves and mask with white coats making powdery drugs. Each station seemed to be working on a diffrent type of drug, and then put into their own containers and put to the side. The whole thing seemed a bit too professionally done to be designed and ran by a punk street gang.<br/><br/>In the center, on a makeshift stage, you saw him, your mark. Charles "Rapidfire" Heartstrings. On his back however, you noticed something that wasn't in the photo in question. A tank of his own, with tubing connecting to the inside of his upper spine, as well as several other tubs connecting to his lower back. The tank itself seemed to have 3 diffrent liquids, though, only one of them was currently in use, the one periodically pumping into his spine. He had his bass in hand, wearing only his tight leather pants, his dick was now fully out as he did a few pelvic thrusts. Behind him, there was a full band of punks. On the drums was an ork guy, with a bull ring in his nose and buzzed hair. Lead guitar was a drow women, hair swept to the side and covering the left half of her face. They were rather well armed too, the Ork with a large vibrating broadsword nearby, the drow had a crossbow hanging on her hips, and Rapidfire himself had an rife hanging loosely on his back.<br/><br/>The crowd had about 4 goons cheering the band on in the center! All of them armed. There were also 3 on the left drug station, 2 on the right, with 2 on top of the catwalks.