Sven and Kai didn't waste time once they left Lenny's flat. They got what they needed, clothes, a little cash, and a moment to breathe, then they hit the ground running.
The day only got more chaotic from there.
If there was one thing Kai learned quickly, it was that Sven knew everybody.
And not just your average street thugs or info peddlers - no, Sven's network was a sprawling, tangled mess of favours, old debts, blackmail material, and street cred stitched together across every corner of the city. Maybe even across the damn world.
One name led to another. One connection opened the door to three more.
An informant in a bar led them to a twitchy drug dealer holed up in an abandoned cinema. The dealer tipped them off about a mercenary running private security gigs out of a strip club in Southside. The mercenary, after a tense backroom conversation and a small bribe, pointed them towards a mutant bouncer working at an underground cage fight in the docks.
