<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/Skullfucker.jpg)<br/></div><br/>"Be my guest," said Skullfucker. "I don't owe these Japanese suits anything. Wouldn't bother me if they were face down in a ditch.<br/><br/>"Slab is one of us, so I can't just have you picking a fight with him. But if you do turn up any dirt on him - real dirt, like him secretly taking money from the wrong people - then bring it to me and I'll do something with it." He flipped through some more files on his commlink. "Tonight he's probably shaking down shopkeepers in Avondale. He'll be broadcasting his location, so you can find him no problem.<br/><br/>"The Stilettos run Glow City. If you're sure you want to get involved with them, they're not hard to find. They're mostly into drugs and BTLs, but they've been dipping their toes into dealing metahumans lately. Switch will know how to find them."<br/><br/>He looked Rave up and down speculatively. "I hope you know what you're getting into. I know your Boss put you to work for him for a reason, just... these are some pretty messed-up people you're looking at. And this is me saying that. Anyway, good luck."<br/><br/>Switch had finished up with the ork woman, and was strolling back to her motorbike, wiping down her jumpsuit with a handkerchief. She gave the Halloweeners a wave and mounted up, ready to move on Rave's word.<br/><br/>"What's the plan, then?" she asked. "Look into Slab, or the Stilettos? We going to shake them down for information, or try to slip into their net and see where they send us?"