It's loud, it smells like grime and blood and cigarette smoke. The cage bars are cold again your skin. People walk past the rows of 'goods', hungry eyes. You can't make out how many other cages there are in the dark. You can sense something is different when two men approach. One of them you recognise, he's been on the marketing job for a while. The other is new, he's tall, tattooed, one red cybernetic eye glows in his face. The salesman speaks. This is the one I was talking about.