<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/HappyPunk03.jpg)</div>Happy grimaces, shaking her head and quickly interjecting.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry.  I wish that I<em>could</em>brew up some knock-out drugs, and even more that I could offer a tranq-gun loaded with them!  But I'm more of a surgeon.  I have to buy in my pharmaceutical supplies.  If you want someone who has both the specialist gear and the skill to cook up drugs to order, they're probably<em>not</em>going to come with a portable cryopump and the ability to stitch your intestines back together while you're in cryostasis.  At least... if they do, then they're probably not going to be 'cheap' by the Fireman's standards."<br/><br/>Her tone is apologetic and regretful: she looks very much as if she regrets having to let Vivian down.<br/><br/>"But, err, yeah.  From the sound of it, the target's having a heck of a life crisis at the moment.  Holed up on his own for a week or more with booze and drugs, to the extent that there's an official line about 'quiet time with his family'?  That's gone quite a long way beyond 'busy weekend' or the like!  If we can find - or fake - the existence of an actual buddy, then sending him some entertainment to try to cheer him up might make a lot of sense.  And yes, I'm willing to play 'expensive street trash' for the role.  It might even make sense for anyone who we expect to be seen by security to double up the 'covers': present as All Foods, and if it is discovered we're not standard delivery drivers, confess to being a 'real meat' delivery of another kind.  They get to feel good about figuring it out, and have a new reason not to make a fuss about it - calling us out might upset and embarrass someone more important than them..."<br/><br/>She shrugs gently.<br/><br/>"But I'm no expert in that, and, well. I<em>can</em>tell you a bit about the place, from the perspective of someone's who's been a Westie for a while.  I've not been<em>into</em>it since they put the wall up, and I was hoping someone else had, but rumours come out of it and you can see landmarks disappearing.  The 'official' Corporate Enclave is spreading like a slotting cancer, through 'growths' like this.  They buy up some land, stick a wall up, buy - or push - out anyone left inside, then 'improve' away to their hearts' content...."<br/><br/>"Err, sorry.  Facts.  There<em>is</em>a wall, and a gate with a security booth.  It's been manned every time I've seen it, but they don't seem to habitually do full security sweeps - no mirrors on poles checking under vehicles, or visible chem-sniffers or the like."<br/><br/>"We might also be helped by the sheer amount of construction work going on in there: the gate guards are probably going to be<em>really</em>quite used to opening up for yet another set of people they don't recognise.  I'm serious about the corps tearing down old landmarks you can - or could - see from outside the area.  There was this old Methodist chapel that'd been turned into an orphanage.  I helped out, from time to time.  They bought the land out from under it, and it's now... I dunno what.  Something shielded behind blast walls."<br/><br/>"But it's not as if they're rebuiding the whole site at once, and I don't have a schedule for<em>that</em>any more than I do for All Foods.  But I'm pretty sure that at least the great majority of what's in there now is just what it seems to be: a new burbclave for drones who've earned a pat on the head, but not so many perks they're let into the Enclave itself.  I've not heard any rumours of middle-of-the-night armoured convoys trundling in and out, or unmarked gunships making in-and-out visits, or the like.  If we really<em>wanted</em>to find something extra-dangerous to poke, we probably could.  But there's a fair chance that even whatever it is that replaced the orphanage is just mundane - security headquarters for the area and an air-traffic control station, or something.  And in any case, that's just one small part of the new district, and shouldn't be something we have to worry about.  I hope."<br/><br/>"So, err, yeah.  There<em>might</em>be a 'service' entrance or escape-route out the back - an emergency escape into the Outskirts, or a way to smuggle things in through it?  But I've not heard of it.  And... I know the old sewers run under the area.  Some bits worked, others were high and dry, and used as shelters.  I, ahh, spent a few nights in some, when I first reached the city.  What the current state is, I don't know.  It<em>might</em>be possible to work our way through from outside the wall, but you can bet that the corporations will have told people to both check that they flow and to install some security down there.  But maybe cutting our way through a gate down there could be a Plan B. For getting in<em>or</em>out."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Street Slang</div><div class="spoiler_body">Burbclave - suburban enclave; a gated community under corporate control (often a mix, rather than sole ownership by one corp)<br/>Slotting - fucking<br/></div></div>