The Zwei Association was hired today. The president of T Corp was currently on vacation, visiting a beach within District 21, off the coast of The Great Lake. A few days under the sun, the warm sand and salty waves make for an enjoyable vacation.

Unfortunately for you, you are not partaking in said vacation, nor would you be experiencing the beach at all. Assigned alongside another fixer, Gregor, the two were assigned to keep watch of the beach on the other side of the barrier separating the nest of District 21 from the backstreets.

The air stunk of garbage, the once beautiful white sand, now a shade of brown, was littered with bits of debris and trash, and the water had turned a disgusting green. The sun beat down harshly on the two of you, and the heat wasn't making the smell any better. Not the most pleasant of places to be stationed, and Gregor couldn't seem to agree more.

Gregor lets out a sigh, wiping away the sweat on his forehead with his gloved hand before returning it to the hilt of his Zweihänder planted in the sand. "Do you think it's necessary for us to watch over what amounts to just miles of garbage? Not like anything could get through from this side." Gregor says as he bends down to pick up a metal scrap from a nearby pile of trash. "I mean, look at this."

Gregor tosses the metal scrap towards the barrier between the nest and the backstreets. The metal piece is vaporized the moment it makes contact with the barrier. "Nothing's getting through that." Gregor says as he watches the melted sludge of the scrap fall to the ground. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth. He reaches into one of his pockets before sighing. "Oh shoot." He mutters before turning towards you. "You don't happen to have a spare light, do you, Bud? I must've left mine in my other jacket."