Finding Love at the Dog Pony Show
Getting in had been a chore, the doorman had to have been two and a half metres tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapons scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small window to pay the entry fee. The bouncer was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian conflict as were many of the current residents of The Golden Cage, an over pompous name for hell-hole Ando found himself in....