The air is thick with moisture as the group’s convoy of vehicles drives the back streets toward downtown. Soon the sky opens up and the Seattle weather begins thick rain starts hammering down and the wind picks up. The storm begins, as you pull up in front of the club, local Wifi signals are glitchy like something is going wrong. Tachikoma’s sensor systems experience problems he remembers this problem from a time before, something that the metahumans called gremlins.
The clubs front has a line but using Marak’s VIP ID badge they group passes through into the interior. The inside is light intermediary and unlike a normal night this club has a bad going, without speakers. A sign on the wall says “Gremlin Night” in glow in the dark paint, the bar is lit by candles and lanterns. Using the side stairway the group heads to the second story. Here almost all electronics die, the tables here are not packed one two have people sitting at them. One a group of giggling club girls trading drinks, the other has a single person sitting at it reading a paper back book by the light of a lantern.
As the group approaches the man looks up, he wearing a button up shirt, jeans, a duster and cowboy boots with spurs. Also you notice a gun belt holstering a six shooter and a wand? “What do you want?”