So, the next note had several possible locations... one high-security (for a professional gang-affiliated assassin living off-record in a very expensive anthroform drone body while being an e-ghost, anyway), one a cheap shithole, another gun-toting troll-hole, a painfully nerve-shooting S&M joint (the latter less a problem than the first), and...<br/><br/>...oh...<em>oh</em><em><strong>that</strong></em>place... The 69G(B)s were readily welcome there most times, considering that their 'occupation' matched up with the club's 'theme' so very well. And indeed with Alex's interests...<br/><br/><strong>"Candy? We're heading to the Bun Factory now; hope you brought some lube,"</strong>she teased with a smirk as she continued to run through the Music Murderer details.<strong>"Also let me know if there's anyone of any semblance of musical talent on display there if you see them."</strong><br/><br/>Sure, it wasn't necessarily the perfect guarantee they'd find anything, but really, what was wrong with having a little fun after a good week without having a body to live in?