Keep him under surveillance

He's watching you too.

So you hang out here often, watching evil Ikipr. Watching his operations. He's watching you too. It's easy to off a agent distracted by all that girl flesh on display. But he don't kill you. You drink a black black sap drink and you grow dizzy. You only have time to fumble out the emergency signal on your techwatch before you black out. You are no where near the club when back up arrives to roost the place and find only tons of drugs they care nothing about.

Evil Ikipr is a gamer for kicks. Human kill games he likes. He has made a death dungeon under a mountain seventeen miles from the club and that's where you wake up. Dressed like clown. A bottle of scotch beside you, unopened. You are six levels down a maize of traps and remote control kill bots. You are informed by a broadcasted voice that death hides around many corners but if you make it through the maize you are free to go. But no one has so far...

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1. drink the scotch over a two and a half hour period
2. don't trust the scotch, start slowly making your way down the hall