Safe and Jack made their way down the streets of Boros’ capital. Winding their way amongst the crowds, hawkers and street vendors, they are constantly bombarded with various sales pitches, everything from clothes, food, rare books, to escort services. The last giving Jack the most pause.

Safe smacks Jack in the back of the head “Focus!”

“Aww… C’mon Safe, lighten’ up a bit.”

“Things are tense round these parts, between the Alliance, local gangs, plus everyone else, don’t know when they might just lock this place down.” Safe explained. “And need I remind you we’re not exactly on the up-and-up. Best to get in and get out,” Safe said

“You must say that to all the ladies,” Jack mumbled under his breath.

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A man dressed in a Grey suit with a bowler hat and big feather calls out to the passing crowds. “Hot Dogs get your Hot Dogs! Spicy Chihuahuas Enchiladas here!”

At his minor hot dog stall, a monkey dressed as a ninja flips slabs of meat.

The man spots Safe and Jack moving against the crowd and hurries over to them and holds a mirror up to their faces, stopping them in their tracks.

“Reflection is important, I can tell that your people of Action, people who get the job done, from your reflection.”

As the man puts the mirror back in his suit pocket, Jack and Safe look at each other quizzically. Jack brushes the man off as just another crackpot, but Safe stops, his curiosity piqued.

“So how would you feel about doing a job for me? Pays well, plus I’m well connected. Respectable business-man see, and whatever it is you’re looking for I can help you find it.” The man’s eyes dart nervously between the two. Jacks glower makes the man question whether he was right in choosing these two, but Safe’s raised eyebrow gives him the courage and opening to plunge ahead.

“What do you say?” he asks, nervously adjusting his bowler

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Near the entrance of the market, a young woman known only as Bride7 inspects her surroundings. “What the... How the... Where am I?”

“Where are WE, you mean!”