[i]The small exterior gave the illusion of a dive, the inside was anything but. The bar was an old factory floor, adjacent businesses took some of the space which might have been offices but looking back the entrance was more the loading dock to the factory. The bar was reconditioned assembly line, the cat walks made for a second story atmosphere and the for and office overlooking the whole scene became the VIP room. Orange orange everywhere, I make my way through the press of the crowd to a spot at the bar. Locking eyes with the bartender he signals with a metallic appendage it will be just a moment, the other five appendages are moving at a blur mixing more drinks than I care to count. All around are Cyborgs, in the corner a group playing darts either expertly thrown from augmetic limbs or fired from wrist mounted launchers, fingers and shoulder units. At a table cheers ring out as two combatants fight it out with "arm" wrestling. The man clearly in control looks like he was modded for heavy cargo loading and unloading, massive arms corded in hydraulics attached to a barrel chest his face was all laughter. His opponent was reinforcing his unmodded arm with two appendages from his shoulder. It was a losing battle the bones in his arm gave way to a wet crack, a roar of cheers went up as I turned my attention back to the bar. It's good to know a skilled Cyber- Merc is nearby and odds are someone can point me in the right direction. I'm sure the bartender might know where to find a job, gear and a doc (Cyber -Merc), but the pressing concern is what to drink. He's almost done, maybe, after all, three waitresses have loaded up and left since I got here. My eyes slowly drift to a monitor above the bar, a match is on but the slow scrolling news headlines catch my attention. Shootings here and there, gang warfare here, missing persons there, a lot to choose from if someone in this city needs help in one way or another. [/i]