Morning sun greet them.as they arriving at the Red Light District, The streets were filled with revelry and debauchery for 24 hours, thanks for no sleep cyberware mix with drugs, The Ssin city's reputation as a pilgrimage of people could indulge in their desires without judgment was well-earned.

  A hush fell over the crowd as Series 9 members made their way through the throngs of people, they wearing suits, and distinctive symmetric tattoo. their imposing presence commanding respect.

  Reaching the Geisha, the infamous brothel owned by the Widow Queen, Series 9 members pushed open the ornate doors. The air inside was thick with the scent of incense and perfume,

  Oboro examined the Series 9 members who had entered the Geisha, then coordinated his team to surround the building before going inside.

  Oboro stood at the end of the street, observing the surroundings and the Geisha brothel. He used his drones to scan the area, looking for any suspicious activity or potential threats.

  "You know," Wanderer commented through the comm, his weary eyes complete with his panda eyes from no sleep last night "I rewatched your actions. Mephisto's guys seem to know you, right? You have a lot of friends in here, don't you? Ohoho, amusing..."

  "Yeah, I know Mephisto's group knows me, It's not surprising. I have a reputation in these parts. But don't worry, I've dealt with worse." Oboro replied.

  "Hm, I hope I'm more famous than you," Wanderer said while hide his yawn, then turned off the comm.

  Oboro snorted at Wanderer's comment. "Ha, good luck with that. You're already old and losing your touch."

  He then activated his cloaking device and moved around the building to cover a blind spot. Oboro found the perfect spot in the parking lot, secluded and ideal for his reconnaissance. at his position. he can see on Geisha widows of Series 9 member was talking to some Black Widows, discussing Oboro's recent attack on Mephisto and Mephisto's subsequent disappearance. Oboro listened intently to the conversation,

  until then one of The Series 9 member turned to face Oboro, on left eyes is had a thermal implant which easily spot Oboro cloaking device. but instead raise alarm. he greet him and just open the window casualty ."Ah, Oboro...We've been expecting you. Word of your... unfortunate condition has reached us."

  He gestured dismissively towards the Black Widows. "These ladies here have been filling me in on the details of your little 'visit' to our master."

  He pauses, “It seems Mephisto has gone into hiding. One might say he's lying low after your...audacious assault. But don't worry, we'll find him. And when we do, he'll make sure you pay dearly for your transgressions.”

  Oboro remains calm and composed,. "Is that so? I'm not surprised. Mephisto has always been a slippery one, like a snake cowering in the shadows. But I'll find him.."

  then A low chuckle echoes through the buildings, the sound seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

  Oboro's senses are immediately on high alert. He scans the surroundings, trying to pinpoint the source of the mysterious chuckle.

  Later in Geisha hallway a woman with Black hair and black attire arrive, the black widows member then bow at her, indicating she was the leader of some sort. She then speak "ghost.. how dare you step in here after killing my girl and trying killing my client Mephisto. you must neither brave or stupid"

  The woman's voice is smooth, Her piercing gaze seems to bore into Oboro's very soul as she steps closer, her heels clicking ominously on the polished street. She extends a manicured hand, gesturing for Oboro to approach.

  "You've made quite the impression on us, Ghost. Your audacity knows no bounds. But let me make one thing clear - you are not welcome here. Not after what transpired."

  about less than minute. the parking lot is surrounded by the Series 9 goons with their suits and black shades with the Black widows.

  then the Woman stop few meter near Oboro power pole "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your persistence. Most would have slunk away with their tails between their legs after such a debacle. But you... you're something else entirely. A wild card, unpredictable and dangerous."

  Oboro regards the woman with a cool glance, and composed as he reveal himself behind power pole "I don't run from anything. When I set my sights on something, I pursue it with determination .Mephisto made the mistake of crossing me. Now he's going to pay the price."

  The woman's gaze remains steady, After a moment, she speaks, her voice low and husky.

  “You have courage, I'll give you that much. Walking into my domain uninvited, demanding answers... It takes a special kind of foolishness. Or perhaps you simply don't value your life very much.”

  She pauses, letting the words hang in the air before continuing.

  “But I must admit, your persistence intrigues me. Tell me, what makes you think I would divulge the location of your precious Rei JJenron so easily? What do you have to offer me in return?”

  "I don't expect you to give me information out of the goodness of your heart. We both know that's not how things work in the wasteland. So let's cut the small talk. I have resources, information, weapons, whatever you need. Name your price."Oboro said while grip on his rifle tightens

  Oboro stands there, muscles tense, awaiting her response. He can feel the other members of the Black Widows and Series 9 watching, curious eyes all trained on him.

  A slow smile spreads across the woman's face, revealing perfectly polished teeth. then he approach him, until they are very close.

  "I like your style, Exile. Most would cower before my might, but not you. That takes...courage." Her hand reaches out, trailing along Oboro's chest, feeling the tension beneath his armor. with that oboro cloak device turn off.

  "But courage alone won't get you what you want here. In order to play with the big girls, you need to bring something substantial to the table. And I'm not talking about just guns and ammo." She leans in closer, her breath hot against his ear.

  "No, if you want to do business with the Widow Queen, you need to prove yourself worthy."

  Oboro bristles slightly at the woman's touch, but he keeps his composure. He meets her gaze with a cool, unwavering stare. "Name your terms. I'm not one to back down from a challenge. If you want me to prove myself worthy, then say so and I'll do it. No holds barred."

  the Woman. Widow Queen smirk, "Ah, the infamous Lau Wong, reduced to begging for scraps of information like a common thief. How the mighty have fallen."

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  Her gaze turns calculating. "However, I might be persuaded to share what you seek... for a price. Meet my demands, and perhaps we can come to an arrangement. Refuse, and you'll leave here empty-handed. The choice is yours, Lau Wong."

  Oboro scoffs. "I'm not begging. Begging implies a hint of subservience, an admission of weakness. I simply want to come to a mutually beneficial agreement. The same as any transaction. But I would like to hear your demands before I agree."

  "Mutually beneficial, you say? How intriguing. And what exactly do you have to offer, Oboro? Your skills as an assassin are impressive, I'll grant you that. But in the grand scheme of things, how much value can one man truly provide?"

  Oboro's expression remains neutral as the Widow Queen moves around him, his senses on high alert as he keeps track of her movement. He weighs his response carefully,

  "I have connections, both in the wasteland and beyond. I have access to information networks that span the length and breadth of this barren wasteland. I have skills and abilities that go far beyond just being an assassin. But more than that, I have a network of informants, a network that is constantly gathering intelligence on any and all factions in the wasteland, both friend and foe."

  The Widow Queen pauses in front of Oboro, her piercing gaze locked onto his face. She tilts her head slightly, "Your claims are intriguing, Oboro. However, we cannot simply take your word for it. We require proof of these... connections you speak of."

  She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you truly possess such assets, then demonstrate their value to us. Provide us with actionable intelligence that can benefit our organization. Only then will we consider expanding our partnership beyond mere speculation."

  Oboro holds the Widow Queen's gaze steadily, his expression still stoic. "Very well. I will provide you with actionable intelligence that can benefit your organization. If I deliver as promised, then perhaps you will be more inclined to trust my word. I do not make promises I cannot keep."

  The Widow Queen's lips curve into a thin smile, "A bold move, coming here uninvited and making such demands. But I must admit, your audacity is... refreshing.. However, let there be no misunderstanding.,, Our patience wears thin quickly."

  The Widow Queen gesturing for Oboro to follow her. "Come. Let us discuss the particulars of your... arrangement. And pray that what you bring forth is worthy of our consideration." She pauses, then turn around. then Oboro walk right behind her. while other black widows and series 9 watch him with amuse expresion..

  Meanwhile team look at oboro with bit on nerve as Oboro follow Widow queen to inside Geisha,

  She leads him from the lobby area through the lavish, dimly lit corridors of the Brothel, the soft hum of hushed conversations and clinking glasses filling the air as guest inside take their time,

  Oboro follows the Widow Queen silently. He keeps his senses on high alert, his eyes scanning the surroundings for potential threats or opportunities. until he startled a bit as Wanderer then comment through comm, "That is indeed very stealth.. yes.. very ninja.. i wonder why you so.. impulsive.. who are you Oboro? eheh,, " but before Oboro answer. Wanderer turn off the comm

  Oboro lets out a small sigh, slightly agitated by Wanderer's untimely comment. He knows the Wanderer can be unpredictable, but sometimes his timing is less than ideal.

  A mixture of curiosity and caution colors Series 9's goons gaze. who following him from behind “What brings an exile like yourself to our domain? Your kind isn't exactly welcome here.” the voice remains neutral,

  “If you're looking for trouble, you've come to the right place. But if your intentions are peaceful... well, we have little patience for such notions in Sin City. “ other Series 9's member said

  when they reach a second floor. a line of doors was in hall. sound of a low music and moans can be heard. until one Series 9 member which Passing oboro speak . “We've heard tales of your exploits, of the dark forces that drive you. It's almost poetic, really - an undead avenger stalking the streets of Sin City, preying upon those who wronged you. “a dry chuckle echoes through the hall. “But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're in our territory now, and we don't take kindly to interlopers meddling in our affairs.”

  Oboro senses Series 9's gaze upon him, and acknowledges it with a subtle nod.

  "I have my reasons for being here. My intentions are not to stir trouble. I am merely searching for information."

  Later in Widow Queen office room. a strong perfume mix with drug smell. the wall is full of wall painting of series nude Woman in black and white color paint. and its center. a almost creepy half woman half spider painting. stare at anyone who enter the room. later Oboro then give the information he have about the wasteland. hoping she will exchange the Mephisto possible hideout.

  Leaning back in her chair, the Widow Queen studies Oboro intently, “So, you've come bearing gifts... or perhaps seeking something in return? “She gestures to the data pad on her desk, the glowing screen displaying the maps and intel Oboro provided.

  “Your information on the Wasteland is... intriguing. It seems you've been quite active in your travels, gathering valuable insights into the factions and hotspots that dot that unforgiving landscape... Swat oil derricks.. true horde lairs...” A thin smile plays upon her lips. “I must admit, I'm curious to know more about your methods and connections out there.”

  She then pause. and speak again with feign sigh. “However, I'm afraid we can't simply trade favors so easily.”

  The Widow Queen leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers as she contemplates, while the the parfume on the room start getting stronger. Her expression remains impassive, "Your request is...unique. But we both know the value of what you're asking for. If you wish to proceed, you must prove your worth first."

  She rises from her seat, crossing the room to pour herself glass of wine then take a sip on in. She offers the glass to Oboro, an unspoken invitation for him to join her.

  Oboro nods in acknowledgment, "A test, I see. I expected nothing less from you. I'm willing to prove my worth and earn your trust."

  He follows her lead and accepts the glass of wine, taking a small sip as he waits to hear what challenge she has in mind.

  but then moment later. Oboro head go dizzy, he then quickly realize if was poisoned. Oboro trying reach his weapon but from behind the counter, 2 black widows assassins grab his hand

  The Widow Queen watches with a satisfied smirk, She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs elegantly as she observes his struggle. "Ah, so you've finally figured it out. Too bad you won't have time to do anything about it.,, "

  The two Black Widow assassins tighten their grip on Oboro's arms, preventing him from reaching for his weapon.

  "What orders, Queen?" Assassin 1 voice was tight.

  "Finish him here, or private?" Assassin 2 added,

  The Widow Queen rises from her seat, circling around Oborom

  Oboro's eyes widen with realization as he feels the effects of the poison take hold. Though his mind races, he remains calm on the surface, "You... cheeky little spider..." he then look at the small air vent in bottom of wall. its was contain soft Hypnotic, drugs is related to sedatives. Whereas the term sedative describes drugs that serve to calm, this subtle traps was lower his guard. and its too late.

  He struggles against the grip of the Black Widow assassins, his efforts futile. The poison has already begun to weaken him, making it impossible to break free from their grasp.

  Widow Queen leans in close, her breath hot against Oboro's ear.

  "You should have stayed buried in your grave, monster. Now you'll rot alongside the rest of your kind."

  Widow queen the take sip at same glass. showing if he immune to the toxins as silent mocking gesture. then She signals to her henchwomen, who drag Oboro away towards the dark depths of Geisha, he struggles to keep his bearings. The darkness and the stench of decay are thick, and the poison coursing through his veins makes it difficult to even stay conscious.

  Despite his weakening condition, Oboro refuses to give in. He focuses on keeping a level head and observing his surroundings, searching for any possible escape route.

  Meanwhile Wanderer then Notice Oboro capture then look at Shizuka and Chrome who behind him at mobile home "damn" he said with flat tone "enough playing spy games.. lets show brute force are.."

  Shizuka nods in agreement with Wanderer, "Agreed. Time to do things the old-fashioned way."

  Chrome grins, his metal arms crackling with energy. "I always preferred the direct approach anyway. Let's kick some ass and get our friend back."

  Wanderer spin his chair. and look at his two lieutenant “good... prepare the siege.. we wont let anyone leave or enter the brothel.. and prepare the breach team.. we must fast”

  Shizuka and Chrome nod, quickly moving to carry out Wanderer's commands. They organize the soldiers, preparing the siege and readying the breaching team for the assault on Geisha.

  Shizuka barked orders, dispatching soldiers to lock down exits, establish perimeters, and deploy the cannon.

  Chrome then watch the mercenary truck aim the giant cannon at the brothel "Breaching team is all set. We're just waiting for your command, boss."

  “good.. give those spider taste of hell,, attack!”

  At Wanderer's command, the assault on Geisha begins in full force. The soldiers manning the siege cannons barrage the building's entrance, laying down heavy fire to breach the fortified gate. all guest startled and leave the buildings. some of them is half naked. “let them leave first.. we only aim for the spiders and rats” wanderer order to cease fire for moment to let commoners leave the area. then the bombard continue.

  the breaching team converges on the entrance,their weapons, tactical shield is ready and their muscles tense.