Your pager went off at 5:45 AM. It's a code 2, you must report to the station at once. At the briefing room, you see a man in his forties. He wears rectanglar-shaped glasses and wears a hang-ranking uniform.

"I am Captain Rockingwell and will be your assignment director for this operation. You are called upon today because of a very urgent situation.

"A few days ago, we were approached by a young man, Isacc Simmon, who was willing to give us a list of the drug dealers and gang connections in town. In addition, if we give him protection, he is willing to identify them at trial. However, since last night, we have lost contact with Isacc. We want you to gather information and find him.

"We have a hunch that you'll be able to get a lead at "The Eagle's Wineskin" tavern, where Mr. Simmon hung-out. He has informed us that The Eagle's Wineskin is where a few of his major deals gone down.

"Obviously, this assignment is an undercover operation. Walking into the tavern with your GCCF uniform and equipment will only get you killed. However, the tavern is in gang territory, so you are adviced to carry your 9mm side arm for protection. Just don't show it off; some informed gangsters might recognize it as an GCCF issue.

"Two of you will dress in casual street clothing, and engage in undercover. Anymore will arouse suspicion. You will each receive a micro-transceiver. Where you carry them is up to you, but someone might notice them if you place them in your ears. You will also be assigned a civilian vehicle.

"The rest of you will be backup, support, and provide surveillance. Your job is to protect the two undercover agents. Your career depend on it. You will carry your standard equipment. Report to the equipment director for your equipment. Start on this assignment immediately."

Upon entering the tavern, smoke and the smell of alcohal make the air almost unbreathable. The dim enviornment produces a sense of mystery and unknown. Waves of fog, created by cigerette smoke and ashes, block out the remaining sunlight; not that the dirty windows allow much sunlight to pertrude in the first place. The rest of the tavern is simply lighted by several 60-watt bulbs.

A relatively clean bar is on the left side of the entrance. A bartender with short brown curly hair and a beard is constantly serving his customers, wiping the counter, and chit-chatting about the latest rumor and local gossip. There are two people sitting at the bar.

Across the bar, in the middle of the room are three round wooden tables. The table top seems fairly worn out. A number of chips and bullet holes can be seen embedded in the wood showing signs of fighting. At the far right-hand side of the wall are three holographic arcade game machines. Booths lined-up on the rest of the walls, starting from the right-side of the entrance. A group of three gang-looking people is sitting at one of the booth by the wall to the right. You can't tell which gang they belong to.

Relatively few customers are here during the days, but imagine the night where the bar is surrounded by thirsty drinkers waiting to be served, where every table is over-seated by at least one person, and where half of the people in the bar are standing, walking and talking. That is when the smoke is so thick that a person would bump into another, yet still would not be able to tell who that person is. The waitresses would have to manuver through the crowd without stomping over others' feet and dump the drinks they are carrying.

However, during day time, there are enough space to make the place look like a small dance hall. No waitresses are needed; the bartender is well-capable of serving everyone.