You've got the info, and you've got a way in. Now all you need is the proper attire and a ride there. So after what feels like an hour, you and the gang have arrived. Despite being early, it looks like things are already in full swing.
Your first thought when you get a look at the place where the concert’s going down is, You’ve got to be kidding! It’s a warehouse. Not a club artfully disguised to look like a warehouse. Not a former warehouse that’s been converted into a club. It’s a friggin’ warehouse. Smack dab in the middle of a crumbling industrial district near the docks, the place is obviously not prepared for the number of people who’ll be showing up for the gig. Cars and motorcycles choke the streets, everywhere you look people are double and triple-parked, and you’re pretty sure that line of porta-potties off to the side isn’t going to be adequate to handle the crowd (even if they are super-sized to accommodate orks and trolls, the majority of the concertgoers). Already quite a few people are milling around outside, and you can hear the booming sounds of music coming from inside the badly soundproofed walls. You figure whoever’s sponsoring Nabo must have dropped a lot of cred for bribes to make this happen, since you don’t spot even a single Lone Star cruiser prowling around, nor do you see any angry fire marshals. Yeah, this is the Barrens, but even then it takes big money to get something this big ignored.
As you stand outside, you can see two doors: one on the south side of the building, to the left of the wall, and the other on the east side, on the northern edge of the building. Each door is guarded by two trolls, as well as having a Magnetic Anomaly Detector installed at each door.
The next move is up to you, chummers.
