The gang piles into the old wagon and you make it to Marcy's home of the most cyberpunks in the area. You see a couple of chromeheads wailing on each other near an alley way.

"They better have to good vodka," Ivan said.

"It's vodka," said Gorgo.  "What does it matter?  It doesn't have any flavor anyway..."

Of course, his viewpoint was helped by the fact that alcohol didn't really do much to him any more.  One side effect of his association with the Seamother...

"Terrible vodka often does have taste and bad aftertaste!" Ivan said. "You are probably too American and cybered to know better!"

"More than that," said Gorgo.  "But I like to drink things with a lot of flavor.  Vodka is too subtle for me."

He went to get a rum drink that was far too colorful and decorated for someone like him; he didn't care.  It was cool because he was drinking it.

Angel ordered a pitcher of beer for herself and sat down next to you.

"So how have things been, Angel?" Gorgo asked, sipping his drink to savor the flavor.

"Can't really complain, though I wish this stuff actually did something for me," Angela said. "Weird how humans though dwarves would love this stuff. Being immune to toxins means you don't get drunk."

"Oh, I know," said Gorgo.  "I can't get drunk any more, either.  But I like the bright flavors.  They liven things up, at least."

"Maybe I should try one next," Angela said.

"Go ahead," said Gorgo, buying her one.  "...I remember getting drunk, before.  I might have retreated into that if I could have.  I think it made me stronger, though, forcing me to face my memories."

Angela stood up on the stool to put a hand on your shoulder.

"You're always stronger than you think."

"Well, I turned out to be, that time," Gorgo laughed.  "It gave me good perspective, too.  And a useful friend."

Angela help out her fist for a bump.

Gorgo gave her the fist-bump.  Less awkward than some of the things that might await him back home, certainly...

Pascal came wandering over with his can of rum and cola.

"It was certainly a good day today. A chance to be on the right side of justice is a rare thing."

"It's not a bad thing," said Gorgo.  "We did make an enemy, but I hope we meet soon.  He deserves what I'd do to him."

"I shall drink to that!" Pascal said, taking a long drink.

Gorgo chuckled and drank as well.

"So how hard was it for him to message me?" Gorgo asked.  "Would he have left traces?"
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"Almost certainly," Pascal said.

"Can you check?" Gorgo asked, handing his com unit over.

"Certainly, my friend, give me a few minutes," Pascal said as he headed to a table in the back.

Gorgo waited.  It would be good to find out what the Fetish Freak was really capable of.

Pascal cam over a couple of minutes later.

"I have something. The call came from a low rent apartment building not far from the warehouse."

"Hm," said Gorgo.  "What do you think?  Should we look in on him?  He's likely to do something like this again if he isn't stopped..."

"What ever you want, it seems the Neo-Goths would pay out for it," Pascal said.