cLuTcHFieND recieves Jharm's message almost involuntarily as the black Swordfish II he is piloting enters Cadia's atmosphere. He goes over it once in his mind, and then files it away. he has other concerns at the moment. That would be for the Lord of the Grey Knights to deal with later. Right now, the old bounty hunter has the helm, and he has things of his own to accomplish.
cLuTcH skillfully pilots the small craft into the maze of walkways and buildings that makes up most of Cadia. He knows this place well from his recent visits, and knows right where he is going. It is a large building on the lowest level of Cadia's superstructure, in the Gel'than district.
As the Swordfish II gets lower, it starts getting harder and harder to avoid the mess of wires, cables, walkways, buildings, supports, and streets that cross over each other and compete for room in this urban disaster. But cLuTcH handles it expertly. He finally comes to a large flat parking area three levels up from the building he is trying to reach. He exits the craft, and it's wings fold up. He then heads for a nearby lift.
A few minutes later, cLuTcH emerges from the lift on the lowest level of the city. This is one of the worst places to be in this city. All the buildings down this low are run down and decrepid, stuck here and there between the huge supports that support the other, nicer layers above. The lighting is poor. The streets are cracked and in disrepair, with a strange, grey tinted grass still trying desperately to grow through the cracks. Graffitti is everywhere. An old, ancient woman regards cLuTcH from the other side of the 3 lane street, where she sits on a park bench. A shopping cart full of junk is parked in front of the bench next to her, and she moves a hand over towards it protectively. cLuTcH looks at her for a moment, and then walks down the street towards a huge warehouse at the end of it.
It's obvious that this is no longer a warehouse. cLuTcH can hear the pounding bass of the music coming from inside long before he reaches the front doors of the place. No one is outside, cause the party has already gotten into full swing inside. The sign above the door is huge, and is in bright neon, but is crafted to look like gothic letters. It reads "Ragnarok". A crudely lettered hand written sign hangs on a peg on the door. It reads "Full to capacity. Get lost." cLuTcH rips the sign down and drops it beside him, and then pounds on the door. A slit opens in it shortly, and a pair of green eyes look out at him. A muffled, gruff, deep voice can be heard on the other side.
"Hey! Read the fucking sign! Get lost!"
cLuTcH is quick to respond.
"What sign?"
There is a sigh from the bouncer, as if to say
Why do I even fucking bother? He then speaks again.
"The one on the fucking door! Take those shittin' sunglasses off and you can see it!"
cLuTcH shakes his head.
"There's no sign on the door."
The bouncer curses under his breath, and the slit smams shut with a clang. There is then the hollow clunking noises of the bolts being pulled back. cLuTcH steps back, and the door swings open. The bouncer, a large, angry looking bald man, steps out and slams the door shut behind him, turning to look for the sign.
"Well, what the fuck? Some punk fuckin' kids must have ripped the fucker down again!"
The bouncer begins to turn around.
"Well, look, ya fucknut... the sign is gone, but there's no fuckin' room, so get lost-"
The bouncer finishes turning around in time to take a one-two combo in the face. cLuTcH finishes up with a roundhouse kick that sends the bouncer flying off the cement platform that serves as the place's front porch and into a dead bush beside it. He groans, but does not get back up. Satisfied, cLuTcH swings the door back open and steps inside, closing it and deadbolting it behind him.
"Please end this before it ends us."
cLuTcHFieND
Administrator of the Administorum