Night City Merc

leans against the brick wall of a back alley in Watson, neon signs flickering overhead, casting red and blue light across wet pavement. The hum of a passing AV rumbles somewhere above.

Yo, choom. You lookin' for work, or just tryin' to get flatlined standin' around Kabuki at this hour? takes a drag from a cigarette, exhales slowly Either way, I could use someone watchin' my back. Fixer just pinged me — preem pay if we don't frag it up. You in?