Dino Dinovic

Gig type: Agent Saboteur
Objective: Upload a virus to Empathy's subnet
Location: Empathy
Details:

Meet Adam Ibrahimovic and Larry Fanghorn. Adam's the bad guy and Larry's our client.

Once upon a time the two friends opened a club called Empathy and things got off the ground pretty quickly. The eddies poured in, their popularity surged, they were surrounded by hordes of young ladies and one question at the back of their minds – who's got their hand in who's pocket? Adam or Larry?

The blame fell on our innocent, naive Larry.

What does Adam do? He changes the club's access codes, made a few shady deals and hired Animals as bouncers. If you were Larry, wouldn't you be pissed?

Here's what you're gonna do. You'll break into Empathy, upload the attached virus to their net and bring the club's operations to a standstill. Empathy won't budge an inch until Adam welcomes his ol' pal Larry back with open arms.

Sounds like a breeze, right? Just keep things quiet, no witnesses and everyone'll be happy.

SURPRIIIISE! Check the nearest drop point – got something BIG waitin with your name on it. Consider it a gentle nudge to make sure you keep takin these jobs in same preem direction.

Hahahah! That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about! Get in, install what you need, get out like it ain't no thing. Gig is closed!

Y'know, true, I didn't say "Don't make a complete fuckin' mess" – but I didn't think I had to. Larry wants to get back into his biz, not blow it into low Earth orbit. Ah, whatever. Gig closed.

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Steal CCTV footage
Location: Memorial Park Station
Details:

Something's rotten in the City of Dreams. A series of suicides, a rash of self-destruction. The contagion mostly targets politicians, corpos, journalists and police officers.

The latest victim was Zoli Barnes, a journalist who "fell" onto the tracks at Memorial Park station. Her death was officially ruled a suicide, but Barnes' parents say that she went to meet one her informants at the station and that she never would've taken her own life (I know, I know, that's what all parents say). Seems like the jury's still out – nobody really knows what happened because every last shred of CCTV footage was wiped clean. Her parents tracked down the witnesses, but they didn't want to talk and what's more – Militech took a keen interest in the whole thing.

It's our turn to make heads or tails of this. Head to the station, breach the servers and download any CCTV-related files. I'll have my code monkeys try to recover the deleted footage.
P.S. Oh and by the way, at the time Zoli was working on a piece about Brad Noorwood – a Militech fanboy in the Night City Council.

Anyway, looks that piece is never getting published.
P.P.S. Transferring you Militech authorization that'll get you into the station.

Got the data! No time to lose – delta the fuck outta there!

Fuck, V! I mean, wooo... had me on the edge of my fuckin seat! Luckily, it's all over – you handled it like a true profesh. I got the data and you're in the clear. Closin the gig.

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Steal recordings of Eva Cole
Location: Marina, Cannery Row
Details:

So there's this Councilwoman, Eva Cole. By day, she's a living nightmare for greedy corpos, pointin' the finger on abuse, digging up problematic witnesses, dishin' out fees and penalties and whatever. And by night – she fucks. Like a fuckin' cat in heat, with whoever lands on the deck of her yacht docked down at the marina. I'd act more surprised, but I ain't – I mean you gotta let out all that stress somehow, right? So anyway, one of these corpos that got its toes stomped on wants footage of these wet-n-wild orgy fuckfests. They got in mind a joint screening with the councilwoman will help her see the light of a more... pro-business attitude.

I send you the yacht name and coords, you fetch the footage. Oh... and I wouldn't sit on any of the furniture if I was you.

One last thing – there's more €$ to be made if you do this on the quiet.

Knew you wouldn't ballz this up. Client's happy 'n' so am I. Means you just earned yourself a fat bonus. Check the drop point at the coords I'm flicking your way.

Preem, got the files. Now get outta there before things turn ugly.

Great, I knew you'd do me proud. Client's happy – says the Councilor Cole recordings are veeery interesting. Thanks, V. The gig's done.

OK, I'll count the job as done. But technically, just barely, and I ain't happy neither. Callin the client. I'll tell em we got the material on Miss Cole. Gig's shut.

Gig type: Gun for Hire
Objective: Eliminate Joanne Koch
Location: Biotechnica corporate hotel, on Republic Way
Details:

Chick's name is Joanne Koch, regional director for tech and development or some shit at Biotechnica. Means she tests all the shiny new gizmos. Last little gizmo she tested? Yeah, that one flatlined over 70 souls – folks from a clan called Red Orchid or Red Ocher or something like that. Koch tried to dry the tears of victims' families with a few ennies (ever try that? doesn't work) and decided to close the book on it. Sure enough, book didn't close all the way – all them families pooled together to hire someone who'd give this Director Koch the cordial greeting she deserves. You know the kind – SUPER CORDIAL, to show her they REALLY CARE.

I'll flick you the coords and the access code to the corpo hotel Koch is holed up in. Shoot me a word after the smoke's cleared.

AV's on its way but it ain't landing till the roof's clear.

Preeeeem work. Leave the body in the dumpster and make yourself fuckin scarce. I'll take it from here ;)

Preem work – AV's en route

You botched it, V. Joanne Koch's still breathin – and she knows someone wants to off her, so next time she'll take extra precautions. I hope this is the last time you pull somethin like this. This city doesn't tolerate mediocrity

Shit's heatin up! Rescue team from Biotechnica is on its way! You gotta nab Joanne before they do! Get that ass in gear!

Got word Joanne Koch bit the dust. Preem. Nothin' I love more than workin' with pros. Gig's closed. The eddies are on their way.

Heard our girl Joanne's already on her way. Oooh, she's in for a warm welcome. Thanks for the help, V. Closin' the gig.

You botched it, V. Joanne Koch's still breathin – and she knows someone wants to off her, so next time she'll take extra precautions. I hope this is the last time you pull somethin like this. This city doesn't tolerate mediocrity

Gig type: Gun for Hire
Objective: Neutralize Jack Mausser
Location: 7th Hell Club, corner of Corporation St. and Ringroad West
Details:

I'll cut to the chase. Jack Mausser – NC's gonkest merc. Did a recent job for me and went too far. Way too fucking far. He was supposed to klep some shards from a Zetatech transport – quiet-like. Except it wasn't fucking quiet. That psycho offed every single guard, beheaded the driver and blew up the truck. Corp's foaming at the mouth, searching high and low for the prick, and I'll be damned if I go down 'cause of him. I need you to toss his head at their feet. Maybe then they'll let this go.

Mausser owns a seedy club downtown called 7th Hell. Gut tells me he's holed up there till the smoke's cleared. I need you to get inside the club and take his psycho ass down – preferably on the down-low. Understood? Good. Let me know when it's done.

PS I threw in a little extra for you at the nearest drop point. Professionalism deserves its own reward, am I right? ;)

Heard whispers Mausser bit the concrete. Nicely done. Gig's sealed – and your boy Dino needs a drink. Later, V.

Preem work, V! Seriously, mad respect. Closin the gig and sendin the eds.

You persuaded Mausser...?! Fuckin hell, if I knew you could wag your tongue like that I coulda made you NC's richest drink-slinger. Wastin your talents on the street instead of behind a bar. But cool, cool – if Mausser's gone, so's the problem. You get your eddies, I close the gig. All good? All good.

Shit, V... Supposed to end Mausser, not just give him a headache. Sorry, no cred for that move.

Hard work pays off – ain't that right, V? You're starting to become a known quantity – meaning I've got some fresh gigs for ya.

Workin' our way to the top, eh? That's what I like to see! More and more peeps wanna do biz with you, so get ready for some new gigs!

Welcome to the big leagues, V. You're one of my best mercs, which means you'll get the best gigs from my most trusted clients. Thanks for all your hard work till now.

The fuck was that?! You tryna tank this gig on purpose? NOT COOL, V!

Yeeeeeep, you cocked that one up really nicely. Thanks for nothing.

The streets LOVE you, V! You know what that means, right? You'll get discounts with certain vendors. How preem is that?

Get this - the moment I tell someone you work for me, they ask if they can meet you. I mean, shit, V - your street cred's seriously punching through the ceiling. And not only that - vendors are gonna wanna sell you their goods for half price now!

Well well, I guess this wraps up our marvelous little journey together. Everything's been handled – peace reigns over CC and my pockets are burstin with €$. Bout time you broadened your horizons, eh? Good luck out there! DD

Well would ya look at that... we cleaned up all of Downtown! No more gigs for now – at least nothing worth your while considering your skills. If anything changes, I'll be the first to let ya know.

!OUTDATED

Driver's waiting.

Transport's already been arranged.

V, ride's already on its way.

Hey, you don't just leave a job hanging like that! If you duck out now, you'll have more goons to deal with later!

The fuck, V? You turned pacifist now after you pulled the trig a couple times? Go back and clean up your mess before more show up.

And btw, you're welcome to swing by anytime. Club's always open to you if need a stiff drink. Electric Orgasm – can't miss it.

Hard work pays off – ain't that right, V? You're starting to become a known quantity – meaning I've got some fresh gigs for ya.

Congrats, V – you've proven yourself to be one of my best mercs. Cuz of that, you'll be landing gigs from some of my most trusted clients. Appreciate all the hard work you've done till now.

Hell's wrong with you?! Everything was fuckin gravy, tip-top, rainbow colors – and then you go back and take a dump all over it? Goddammit, V...

Holy fuck, V!!! CITY CENTER IS YOURS. Did so many gigs I threw your way I fuckin ran out! Ain't no doubt in anyone's mind - you're a goddamn legend! Any gonk with their priorities straight better be linin up to buy you booze and blow. Problem is NC's full of shitheads. But at least you got me to show a sign of respect and gratitude. Got just the thing for ya too, baby. You ain't gonna wanna wait to get your hands on this little beauty! It's yours to pick up in your garage whenever, choom! Uncle Dino's got you covered!

Beep beep! Got a Chevillon Emperor for sale. Won't deny it – hunk of metal's on the cheap side, bottom-shelf, but goddamn, the suspension on this thing's baby-smooth. Feels like you're riding on a cloud. And the seats! Fuck me, it's like you're getting a massage! Paint job's also so pretentious it's almost endearing. For what you're getting, this one's a bargain, trust me.

So this is kinda last minute, but I got a Herrera Outlaw for sale. Wouldn't wait too long on this – knowing folks around here, thing's a fucking thief-magnet. Probably only 1000 of them left in the world, no more than ten in all of NC, so we're talkin' 'bout a precious commodity. So chop chop, don't dawdle or I guarantee you'll be crying yourself to sleep for weeks to come.

V! I come bearing good news. Scratch that, preem news! Got a Quadra Avenger for sale. Now this one's a fucking beauty, lemme tell ya. The paintjob, the interior, the rumble of that engine! Lookin' at her gets me a little hard, and I'm not even ashamed to admit it. A person who wouldn't buy this (and I mean stat) would be lame as hell. Just sayin'.

V! I have a great deal for you – a Rayfield Aerondight "Guinevere"! It belonged to the ambassador of Argentina... that is, until the country returned to martial law and the only thing waiting for him there was a noose, so he sold everything he could and fled the city. He didn't try to bargain with me – the sign of a smart man. I too would be smart if I were you and get your cash ready, because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The world ain't exactly teeming with these beauties. Everyone wants to be unique, stand out, be noticed – I know you do too. The Aerondight can make that happen.

Yo yo, V. Got some eddies to burn? Maybe, I dunno, you'd consider buying a Caliburn? You heard right – A FUCKING CALIBURN! Beautiful machine, a downright work of art. If I could, I'd make love to this thing. Used to belong to Cytech's CEO, but the gonk sold it cuz apparently, and I quote, "Only poor people drive two-year old cars." Shit, I wish everyone could be poor by that definition. I just hope this Caliburn gets a loving owner, cuz she deserves it. If you're interested, lemme know.

Hey, there's a used Columbus parked at the market, waiting on a buyer. Belonged to a choom who used to move drugs around town, so you might hang up an air freshener or someting. I don't mind the exotic smells so much, but each to their own, right? Lemme know what you think.

Hey, sig just came saying you bought the wheels. Preem. Hope you get some good mileage out of it ;)

Glad the wheels got to you, V – likewise your eddies to my account. Till next time!