Episode 1: Chasin' the Wind

The most views has been near a place they call the drug refinery. One of the biggest workshops that specializes in the selling and manufacture of the harder substances.

As you arrive at the drug refinery you see life signs for the first time since you entered this wasteland. And when it rains, it pours. You can guess there's at least a hundred people walking around, some selling, some buying. Some just finding a dry corner to use.

One dirty man smiles at you with a smile that's seen better days. What few teeth is left are brown and rotting. "Spare some nuyen for coffee," you think he says, the way he talks you can barely make it out.

"Then you've come to the right place," he smiles wide again, revealing his gums. "They don't call me Honest Tyrell for nothin'"

Another voice breaks in before you have the chance to reply. "No one calls you that you old coot," the voice turns out to be a young woman in her late 20s. She has long hair in multiple hues of purple and pink that reaches her lower back, she's decked out in biker gear. "No get out of here."

As 'Honest Tyrell' walks off you can hear him mutter. "One person called me that once... what if it was in jest."

The woman walks up to you. "Hi. My name's Serenity. If it's information you need, I'm your gal." she reaches out her hand, looking to shake yours. "What are you looking for?"

"Well, we don't make the merchandise of questionable legality out in the elements," Serenity says with a smile. "There are more salesmen inside the building here. As well as several rooms doubling up as a flophouse."

Leading you inside she continues. "Just don't go armed to the teeth to the production hall. They're a bit trigger happy. Most of the guards are so hopped up on one thing or another that it's a wonder it hasn't come crashing down yet."

Inside you can see even more stalls in what was once a vestibule. Looks like this was a student living complex. To the side you can see two orks dressed in combat armor guarding a door. They are holding shotguns, watching the crowd closely. As you enter, one of them points you out to the other before talking into his commlink. Your presence has been noticed.

"So, do you have any information about this girl? Or will any young girl suffice. And don't worry. I don't care what you want with the girl, as long as I get my finders fee."

"Yeah, I think I know the girl you're talking about," she says, as far as you can tell there's no sign of deception, though you get the feeling she's holding something back. "How much is she worth to you?"

"Are you kidding me," she says with a smile. "Why would I want to go anywhere else. But I'm in a giving mood, double it and you have yourself a deal."

"Cool omae," Serenity says accepting the payment from one of you. "The girl you're wanting showed up about a week ago. Got her a job cooking up the sensual delights you can buy around here. Don't know where she's staying when not at work. Mr.
Morgan probably set her up at some flophouse."