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You got a job to nick a package from a warehouse. Two punks are outside the door. How you go about getting inside?

Locks on this place are a joke. Flip the junction box and they're all unlocked.

I know a guy that works there. Told me the side door's busted and doesn't lock anymore.

They'll let me in or they'd better be Trauma Team Platinum.

Jack in, hack the cameras, find the package, now I just need to get my meat inside.

Nothing like a sweet ride to distract some dumb punks. I'll break their teeth if they scratch it though.

Go up and talk to 'em. One on the left is always up front screaming their head off every concert I do at Nicky's.

You and your crew just got hit by some gangers driving back from your last job. What're you gonna do?

Get to put that new variable holographic scope and smartgun link out on my rifle.

Curse. Loudly. I got a hand cannon that could put a hole in the sun though.

Put that Smartgun to use. Got the plugs already just point and it'll do the shooting for me.

Felt it coming 'fore it even happened. Window down, rifle up.

Floor it. I could drive out of this excuse for an ambush on a forklift.

Found out who sold me out after the dust has settled.

It's late. Jobs done. Trauma Team picked up 8-Ball. What're you gonna do for dinner?

A Burrito XXL. It's big.

A Soiagil Machistadog. Though that new ad is fucking weird.

Vodka. The glow from that bottle of Bolshevik is keeping me up.

"Real" Water and a Eeez Beef burger at home.

Lo Mein with Synthbeef from that street vender in the level 6 commons.

Tube of Orgiatic. Not quite as mind blowing as the ads say.

Time to score some new Chrome. What're getting?

Skin Weave. Pays to be comfortable during a long haul.

Hidden Holster. It pays to be polite, and prepared.

New Cyberarm. New Cyberdeck. Lookout ICE here I come.

A Tool Hand. Be nice to not have to worry bout fumbling with tools.

Cybereye with a Targeting Scope. Better optics with any weapon.

Mr. Studd/Midnight Lady. All Night. Every Night.

Haven't had any jobs in a bit. What sorta hustle you run for some Eurobucks?

Smuggled some contraband into the city.

Did some modifications to some weapons for some regulars.

Found some valuable data on an old rig someone pitched.

Got some work as a Bodyguard for some rich couple from Tokyo.

Found a Rocker a great gig. Got a 12% fee for it.

Got a gig playing some some wedding.

What kinda clothes do you wear?

Generic Chic. Its what mostly everyone wears. Plus its cheap.

Leisurewear. Designer sweatpants and sneakers. Flashy, yet comfortable.

Businesswear. Look right at home at any Corpo function.

Edgerunner. One part old military surplus, one part designer glam. Looks good and stops bullets.

Minimalist. My "clothes" are the living embodiment of censor bars.

Exotic. Less of a fashion, more "I want to be a catboi/girl IRL".