M's digging found the guy in charge of the shell corporation and that he was hosting a party. Favors were performed to get tickets to his shindig where the cop n' tagers would shake him down for more information on how to keep the eldritch horror from nibbling everyone's faces off. With a little shopping and some dressing up, M and Z looked like some fancy big shots while B had his power armor waiting in the wings in case the more friendly ladies came into any trouble.
M and Z hob-knobbed for a time before getting to know their host. There was some flirty back-and-forth between Z the space drow and their host, winks, and giggles not lost as M rolled her eyes so hard I could hear it behind my screen and keyboard.
It turns out that B lurking outside near his Crusader power armor at a gala event would be very much frowned upon. The host's goon squad came out to rough up the scruffy looking guy, and things turned ugly when they pushed him out of sight and away from the armor. It turns out, these guys were like Tagers, but evil and more like hideous monsters stuffed into human skin suits. The Dhohanoids popping out of the skin suits caused B to shriek over their radio comms and get the girls to save his bacon.
And that they did. It turns out, Dhohanoids don't like getting picked up by a nasty Whisper and dropped from a hundred feet in the air. Z couldn't do too much as the Inferno, but grappling a walking volcano melted monstrosities just as well as one would hope. B scrambled back to the Crusader armor and managed to get some good hits in and knock out one of the hideous beasties. M and B had a nice little interrogation session with him inside a storage unit, finding out the timetable for the grand summoning was a lot sooner than expected. It came time to assault the BBEG's place and keep him from using human sacrifices like the mystical grease it is.