After 5 second Cursor was satisfied after finishing his throughout scan of the neighbourhood. Enhanced senses, drones, spirits, technomancer scans, all for nothign, there is nothing particular in the park except the suspicious credstick. It took almost 20 minutes you close in the Black Cats favourite bar.
Panning for GoldBy the time you arrive there, the Hardpan is in full swing. Outside the beat of heavy bass reverberates through the ground beneath your feet. Most of the cars in the parking lot are four by four jeeps which obviously see a lot of use on back hill roads common in the outer extremities of the Sioux sector where the border patrol is thinner. Looking into the wind, you see the Riverside Cemetery’s well-kept lawns and silently thank any greater power you believe in that you are upwind from the sewage treatment plant. One odd thing you do notice is, despite the obvious popularity of the bar, there is no bouncer.
Entering the bar, the reason for the lack of bouncer becomes quite apparent. With the exception of you, every single person in the bar is a Sioux Amerindian. Wildcats rub elbows with faces and reputations that you’ve heard whispered through the shadows.
The bartender is an imposing woman who looks like she has probably seen it all and bought the t-shirt. Her cyber-eyes focus tightly on all of you, even as her lip takes on a heavy curl of discontent.
Behind the bar, a large
“No Smoking” sign hangs clearly.
The time is 10:10 pm, 10:50 hours to the ransom deadline.JDA, let me know please if you leave the drone on scanning, or if you take it with yourself.