Radar sat at the corner of a hot pool receiving neck kisses from two women. The one on his left kissed him softly, seeming to enjoy herself. But the one on his right was aggressive. Her lips were like a leech's suckers, trying to drain his soul. And her sharp nails scratched his chest and left marks.

Coco did this on purpose, he thought.

Coco Bingo owned Coco's Loco Brothel in Brothel City. It was among the best in the city, and the women were of the highest quality. Radar was a regular customer, and he had a favorite—Ava. But Ava wasn't available that day, and he needed to release the stress in his body. So, he told Coco to send him the two best after Ava.

Why give me an amateur out of everyone? The woman on his right was a distraction he didn't need. But because he had paid for her services, he let the sharp-nailed leech continue trying to satisfy him.

Two fair-skinned men sat on the opposite side of the pool. It wasn't large, so Radar heard their conversation.

"Jacob, did ya hear about Alonso?" one of them asked. He was bald and had a hairy chest. A woman sat beside him, licking and sticking her tongue in his ear.

"No, what happened?" Jacob asked, holding a cigar between his fore and middle finger. He took a puff and then blew a cloud of smoke in the air. The woman behind him coughed. She was massaging his shoulders.

"Remember the drug Marcos Carlton was developing?"

"Sewer?"

"Yes, Sewer. Well, Alonso stole a sample before The Outlawz burned Marcus' warehouse. He tried it out last week and communicated with dead spirits for six hours."

Jacob's eyes widened. "That can't be, Milton." He shook his head. "Ya are telling me Marcus wasn't lying when he said Sewer would let us talk to the dead without needing mages?"

Milton nodded. "Yes."

Jacob raised his brow. "How sure are ya?"

"Alonso swore on his mother's grave the drug worked," Milton said.

"If Alonso swore, then it might be true." Jacob took a long puff from his cigar and blew a stream of smoke. "We should meet him and try it out for ourselves."

"That's what ah said to him after he told me about Sewer. He plans on supplying it to the market within the year."

Jacob smiled. "Alonso is ushering a new age of drugs. Thankfully, we'll be there to witness it."

"Too bad, Marcus won't be around," Milton said. "Although the kid was annoying, he had a brain on him. We would have made a lot of money with him by our side."

Jacob nodded. "It's tragic what happened to him."

"True." Milton nodded. "It's also sad what happened to Virtue City."

"Ah don't care about Virtue City." Jacob swatted his hand in the air. "After Alonso re-engineers Sewer, the survivors in Sin City will be our best customers. Their PTSD will make us rich beyond our dreams."

Milton laughed. "Now that ah agree with."

Radar stopped listening to them because they began comparing the size of their manhoods. He tapped the shoulders of the women beside him. They stopped kissing his neck and stared at him. "Leave," he ordered.

The two women didn't say a word. They stood, walked out of the hot pool, and left the chamber.

Radar glanced around, trying to see where he left his clothes.

"Mr. Radar, I need your help," a feminine voice said from behind him.

Radar sighed. Can I not enjoy my vacation in peace? He turned to the source of the voice and saw a petite honey-skinned woman with a long face and narrow eyes. She had dark dreadlocks, and colored beads decorated her hair.

"You have me mistaken. I am not him." Radar stood and got out of the pool. Water dripped down his naked body, glistening the red markings on his brown skin.

The woman blushed, then looked away. "The vision is never wrong, Mr. Radar. It has shown me you're the only one capable of handling this task."

Radar grabbed his clothes from the corner of the room. Vision? He scoffed, then wore his black pants and gray fur cloak. She must be a seer. I hate seers. "Well, it is wrong this time. As I have told you already, I am not him."

"Please, I need you," she said.

"Sorry, I am not him." Radar strapped a flintlock on his waist, slid a satchel over his shoulder, and then sheathed two katanas on his right hip. "Hopefully, you find the man and..." He looked at her from head to toe. She looked older and taller than he thought. "Best of luck." He left the chamber.

The seer followed Radar from behind, walking fast as to keep up with him. "I can pay you handsomely, Mr. Radar," she said.

"I am not him. And if I was—I am not saying I am—I would not want to be called Mr."

Radar entered the Reception Room and saw men seated on the chairs to the left. To the right was the counter, and behind it, sat Genevieve—the receptionist.

Genevieve had dark skin, green eyes, and box braids. Radar wanted her once, but Coco had told him she was off-limits. Genevieve glanced between Radar and the seer, scoffed, then continued trimming her nails.

Radar walked out of the brothel and pulled his arm over his face, blocking the sun's rays. The seer did the same while standing beside him. The sound of moaning came from the surrounding buildings. Radar looked unbothered, but the seer's face had the color of a tomato.

Brothel City had no age limit on who could use the brothels. As long as the user paid, then there would be no problems. It caused a lot of controversies, especially from human religious societies. They believed those under eighteen were children and shouldn't indulge in sexual activities. But the moment Brothel City joined The Union; the religious groups stopped complaining.

She will not leave me, will she? Radar sighed, then turned to the seer. "Screw it." He pointed at her. "You have one minute to tell me what you want."

The seer smiled. "I need you to find a friend of mine."

Radar arched a brow. "Who?"

"Jasmine," she said.

"And you are?"

"Safari."

Radar pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. When he took the vacation, he imagined spending his time drowning in hot, dirty sex. But so far, all he got was a woman who kissed like a leech. He was glad he did not find out how bad her oral sex skills were.

"My services are not cheap," Radar said.

Safari reached inside her fanny pack and pulled out a fat pouch. Radar took it from her and opened it. He gasped when he saw ten platinum coins inside. One platinum coin equaled one hundred gold ones. They were the highest form of currency, legally used by cities in The Union.

Radar glanced between the platinum coins and Safari. It was the most money he had ever received for a job. "What did you and Jasmine get yourselves into?" he asked. No one would pay such ridiculous amounts of money to find just anybody.

Safari bit her bottom lip and looked at the ground.

"If you want me to find Jasmine, tell me everything." Radar hated secretive clients. It made his job harder. But the thrill of finding out the truth was why he was an investigator.

Safari looked at Radar with tears in her eyes. "Jasmine and I went to Slave City to meet someone. Before you ask, I don't know who. Jasmine asked me to accompany her. And when we got there, a group of men attacked us and took Jasmine."

"They took her and left you?" Radar asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Radar scratched his chin. "You are a seer. Cannot you close your eyes and see where she is?"

Safari shook her head. "That's not how it works. The visions come to me. I can't force them out. After they had taken Jasmine, I returned home, and a vision popped in my head. I saw you saving her and then taking her back home."

Radar crossed his arms. "Did the vision also show you where to find me?"

"No." Safari shook her head. "But you're not as hard to find as you think. Once I knew how you looked, the rest was easy."

"I see." Radar placed the pouch in his satchel. "Not that I do not trust what you said, but I need to see it for myself."

"See wha—"

Radar placed his hand on Safari's forehead and read her mind. He searched through her memories and found the one where she went to Slave City. It was gloomy, poisoned by the woman's sadness of losing her friend.

He moved past the negative emotion and saw Jasmine. The woman had dark skin, blue eyes, and short red hair. When Jasmine and Safari arrived in Slave City, they stopped by a cage with humans inside it. Jasmine revealed her frustrations at The Union's failure to end slavery in some parts of the world. Then she promised the slaves she would end slavery, even if it cost her life.

Then Jasmine and Safari entered the tent where Jasmine would have her meeting. Safari kept asking who they were waiting for, and Jasmine ignored her.

But before they held the meeting, masked culprits attacked Jasmine and Safari. They knocked Safari to the ground and dragged Jasmine away. That was the last thing Safari saw before losing consciousness.

Radar and Safari gasped after Radar removed his hand from Safari's forehead.

"What was that?" Safari asked. Her eyes were wide, and sweat coated her face. "It was like I was looking at memories from a third party's view."

"Do not worry about it." Radar rubbed his face with his hand. "I will find your friend and take her home." He flicked his wrist, and a blue portal materialized beside him. "Go home. I got this." He entered the portal.