The acrid stench of the Tumen river assaults your nostrils as the rest of your senses are assailed by lurid holographic adverts and cacophonous musical jingles, each desperate to draw you into one of the countless hostess bars, tea rooms and other less reputable dens of vice and excess that represent the beating heart of downtown Rason City. Swerving through the throng, you turn down a few alleys and eventually arrive at your destination; the adroitly named Kiss Kiss Bar, its large neon sign depicting two set of lips flickering on and off in sequence. Heading inside, past the excessively cheerful smiles and overly enthusiastic greetings of the scantily clad employees, you arrive at the private booth furthest in the back, just as you were instructed earlier, to where your latest employer awaits. You look the man over as you approach. He's corporate, that's a given, but the way he carries himself tells you this isn't his first rodeo. He's relaxed, at home here, unlike the two large men sat at the table over from him, trying and failing to hide their overwatch of the booth you now sit in. Mr Johnson's security.
"Thank you for coming." Johnson's voice is smooth, reassuring even. He hits a button on the side of the table, causing your ears to pop as the electrical soundproofing raises its secretive bubble around the booth. "I know you're all professionals, so I won't waste your time with small talk. The job is a simple extraction. Lihua Kovačić, currently held by Fujimoto Heavy. My client needs her by the end of this week." He slides a commlink across the table to you, its widescreen face displaying a high definition image of a young woman who appears to be in her mid 20s. "That comm holds a short dossier on Kovačić, as well as details on your payment. Once you have her secured, call the number listed and I'll tell you where the drop is." Leaning back into his seat, Mr Johnson flashes a brief smile. "Any questions?"
