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The music was promptly turned down and the lone Tech Con Senior captain reached for her radio, keying it twice she called in. "Echo One niner three to central, I'm at Grid V-One Nine Seven, See if you can send some boys my way."

--"Confirmed, triangulating location, Location confirmed, dispatching additional units."

The Tech Con agent slowly craned her head at the bouncer, obscured by the truck, Callandra had reached for her own weapon, a plasma pistol tucked in the center console of the truck.

"Hey, I don't want trouble, and you don't want trouble, go back inside and I'll kindly pass on through. You want to make this worse I'll happily oblige." She shouted at the bouncer, while flipping a switch and toggling a small targeting joystick. A handful of clunking sounds echoed and a 38mm Fuel-Rod Cannon folded out from the bed of the truck, then swiveled over and bore aim at the lone bouncer.

"Don't say you haven't been warned."