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The mid-day sun beats down upon their backs as the crew stands outside of the rickety building that sports the letters “VE - - ORS.” Imprints on the sun bleached, concrete walls imply that the signage once read “VECTORS”. A lanky fellow with dirty, scraggly hair emerges from the wooden door that barely remains on its hinges. He glares at the group with a paranoid snarl and clutches his grimy LinkDeck to his chest tightly, pushing past them as quickly as he can. Subdued thumps from within the structure suggest music.
Upon entering the dimly lit bar, the crew struggles to let their vision adjust to the sudden change of lighting. Loud, grungy, down-tempo techno music blares from blownout speakers just above the doorway. Moments later, they survey the place, both to get a feel for their surroundings, as well as looking for someone who might DeAngelo. The bartender, a portly man with screwed-up jowl and a greasy smock, nods his head to the group as they walk in. A few pathetic souls sitting at the bar glance over their shoulder before rolling their eyes and resuming their all-too-practiced activity of drinking themselves silly.
Lining the walls of the large room are an assortment of desks and tables with various ancient-looking computers on them. Wires and circuitry lay sprawled out over a couple of tables, clearly works-in-progress. A particularly nerdy looking kid sits hunched over some dusty computer cases, going to town on them with some makeshift tools. His overly thick glasses, caked with grime, make his eyes appear to bulge even-more so then they do naturally. He looks up at them only briefly before wiping a sinewy stream of drool from his chin and getting back to work.
Your crew has entered Vector’s Cyberbar. It’s a dingy hole-in-the-wall pub with a penchant for salvaging old technology. In addition to the standard cantina furniture – a bar, some booths, some dirty tables and chairs – the place is filled with all types of elderly electronics, dusty computers, dirt-caked monitors, crusty piles of wire, and a plethora of other strange items. Nobody but the bartender seems to be paying your group much attention.
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