"Seems likely," Kat agrees. "Shall we head over there and see what trouble they've gotten into?"

"Let's find ourselves a washed up rocker!" Min-Jee agrees.

THE BLIND LADY

It's easy to find the location of The Blind Lady in this day and age, and when you arrive, it's an ultra-chic casino just inside the corporate sector in Liverpool - close enough to the police that it appears very safe, and far enough into Little Hong Kong that patrons can pretend to live dangerously. The interior is black and chrome, with tame dreampaint graffiti covering portions of some walls. 

Since you all just got off work, you're dressed "professionally" enough that they let you in. It appears this place is run by asians.

(INT + Local Expert vs DV18: ?????)

As you guys enter and look around, Tinker comes running up to you all as calmly as she can, sweating, and literally freaking out. She's looking over her shoulder as if someone is following her. "Holy f*ucking shit, thank GOD." she pants. "I'm so glad you're here. Something terrible has happened. We gotta get the f*uck outta here. Jack took me here to play electroroulette and rigged one of the tables. He made out with twenty thousands in euros and just split, leaving me behind! He made a huge scene and got away. I don't know where he's gone, or where he's going!" She looks over her shoulder again.

"f*cking hell are you serious..?" Jenna moaned. "Christ."

Just as Tinker was about to talk again, she spooks and tries to get on the move again as three security officers approach - but Jenna holds her back. "Wait! Why are you s-"

"That's her!" one of the security officers yells, approaching the group. "You! Stop right there."

"F*ck!!!" Tinker screams.

"You were with that man who ran away, an accomplice, no doubt."  another security officer says. "You're coming with us. We don't tolerate cheating here.""

"No!" she cries. "It wasn't me! I was just with him, I wasn't involved in THAT!" 

Pierce puts his metal arm between Tinker and this shitty rent-a-guard and makes a token attempt at diplomacy so that we can at least say that we tried when we're viciously murdering this guy.

"Easy buddy. Like the woman said, she's not responsible. So, how about you calm down so that we can find the guy responsible, let him know that cheating is bad, and then we'll get your money back for you and no one gets hurt. Does that sound like a good plan to you?" 

Not wanting a shootout, and noticing no one else other than Pierce was talking, Jenna decided to push the game forward and speak up.

"Ok, everyone remain calm." she began. "We're just here to talk. l-"

"Yeah, no shit, mother f*cker." the guard said. "You're coming with us. We're detaining you. Tell us where that other man ran off to. We saw you two together, it's all over the video displays."

Then, he touched his earpiece, as if listening. Then, surprisingly, he walked away. He waved the other security guards. "Come on, forget this b*itch - they saw him at Olympus. Let's go." And then they took off, leaving Tinker breathing a huge sigh of relief. "Oh, Jesus, thank God."

"Wait a minute." Jenna said, looking around, remembering something. "These aren't your run of the mill rent a cops. These guys are Seven Feather's Triad. Nasty Asian mafia. They must own this casino. Jack, what the f*ck were you thinking..?" 

“Let’s find out then,” Min-Jee says, arms crossing in front of her chest. “Gotta get to him faster than those bozo’s.” She casts a look to Tinker. ”Hey, where’s ‘Olympus’?”

"Awesome," Kat says dryly. "Let's get to Olympus before they kill Jack then, yeah?"

"Dealing with Triads was not in the original deal. I'm asking for a raise after this." Pierce says while taking off after the gangsters.

"I'll settle for a much higher bonus," Kat grumbles, following him.

CLUB OLYMPUS

Club Olympus is an expensive new club catering to what appears jaded corps and flush streetdealers alike, it's theme of Greek mythology, from the armored beefboy Trojans at the door to the nubile young Nymphs waiting tables. Club Olympus is in a little worse area of Liverpool, along a border zone where drug-hungry corps meet dealers clawing their way into the "real world". 

The Seven Feathers rush in, looking for someone. You all follow close behind, but they don't pay attention to you all. Off in the corner is Jack surrounded by drinks, women, and a lot of money. They Seven Feathers draw their guns, and start rushing over to Jack.

The club is heavily populated, with plenty of staff and surveillance around.

Pierce is going to level his assault rifle at the Triad ******** and start shouting. "Put down your rifles and no one gets hurt. Not gonna say it twice."

The Seven Feathers goons pointed their pistols at us saying, "Oh yeah? Or what? Blow us away? With everyone watching? You're in the middle of a f*ucking club, a$$hole, and you're on camera! Is that what you want?" The third goon pointed his pistol at Jack. They had us, and Jack, covered, ready to fire.

"Whoa, whoa, easy!" Jack said, the b!itches at his side running for cover, or away. Olympus staff members and a lot of clients started to bolt and run, with Olympus security now quickly converging on our position.

"Oh f*ck.." Jenna mumbled, holding her hands somewhat out. She looked around. Three Seven Feathers with guns on us, one on Jack. Lots of Olympus security had us surrounded.

"He's coming with us. He stole money from the casino. Back away, and no one gets hurts. This is OUR final warning." one of the Feathers threatened.

Clicking his tongue, Dust pulls his own VH Pistol, keeping his knife at hand. Seeing the situation escalate, he calls whispers over the comms they had from the concert, "MJ think you can scramble those cameras? Everyone else, I can make a grab for Jake then get to the car, cover me?"

Kat narrows her eyes, hand unobtrusively going towards her pistol. "Yeah, we're gonna have to move fast," she mutters back.

"Jack." Jenna corrected, keeping still as to not excite anyone.

"Hey dumbass, not only are you also on camera, you're also outnumbered three to five. Or did you join the Triad because you're too dumb to count? How about you back away and no one gets hurt?"

"May be stupid, but not as stupid as you be if you get this guy killed, ah?" they retort. "You with this guy? We think you with this guy. Big mistake. We taking him in. Or, killing him, I don't care. Counting to 3, then blowing his head off, unless you back off. One." 

Pierce backs off.

The Seven Feathers laugh and grab Jack, who can barely walk he's so borked. They push past you rudely and appear to be heading out to the front of the club, and stuff him into a fancy BMW. Club Olympus security watch very closely to what you do, their weapons still trained on you in case you get any itchy trigger fingers. You know you'll probably be on the news tonight for this.

Pierce stows his rifle and exits the club after the triad has driven off. "Someone get a car! We've got to get Jack from those Triad ********!"