Regina Jones

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Steal the databank with the transport route data from Malorian Ltd.
Location: Warehouse, Offshore St.
Details:

V, big news going around town. A Malorian van was stolen on Sir Francis Drake avenue. Maelstrom claimed responsibility.

It just so happens that one of my informants saw the whole thing, and he was smart enough to tail them using a drone.

Hard part's over – we already know where they've stashed the van. I'd say we got lucky, but the truth is my people know how to get shit done. OK, OK, I'll quit flattering myself.

Go to the chop shop and find a databank in the van that has Malorian's transport route data. The gangers have no idea it's worth more than the all the cargo they're sitting on.

Thanks for the shard! Sure it'll come in handy. Gig closed.

Gig type: SOS: Merc Needed
Objective: Rescue Lucy Thackery from Maelstrom captivity
Location: Clean Cut clinic on Longshore North St.
Details:

Blood looks out for blood. Bertie's a leadhead who was gonk enough to join up with Maelstrom. Realized pretty quick the psychogang operates by simple rules – you stay, you die, or you pay.

In comes his sister, Lucy, who chose option number three. Instead of hard scratch, she bought out her bro's freedom with her expertise and services. She put 3 months of cyberware repair on the table. Problem is, five months have already come and gone.

Now in comes you. This gig's on Bertie's dime – guess he had a few extra eddies stuffed in his mattress.

Driver's waiting. Get Lucy to the car.

V, how the hell could you leave Lucy there? You realize Maelstrom's gonna hide her good now, right? I doubt we ever find her now, and there's no one to blame but you. I just don't get it… Talk later.

Hey. Lucy's safe. Preem work. Thanks.

Gig type: SOS: Merc Needed
Objective: Rescue Max and bring him to me
Location: the old broadcast TV in Northside
Details:

Night City doesn't like people that like to kick the hornet's nest, and Max Jones... well, he kicked a bunch of 'em at the same time. Kicked them so hard, in fact, that someone put a hit out on him. Thing is, personally, I'd rather he stayed alive.

Max Jones is an old friend from my muckraking days. We co-wrote a vidcast about independent farmers who were put out of biz by Biotechnica drones. Those were the days.

Nowadays, Max doesn't even take my calls. He's as stubborn as they come, but now I'm worried he's really lost touch with reality. He probably thinks he can manage perfectly fine on his own, but that's what all young, gonk men think – that they're invincible. Bring him to reason, will ya?

Sending you the coords to his hideout. If I managed to track him down, it's only a matter of time until the others do too.

Car's waiting for you.

Thanks again for handling the issue in good faith. I'm tossing in a little extra – you can collect it at the drop point.

Thanks for the help! Glad you got through to that stubborn mule. Looks like I'm up to bat with him now. Gig closed.

Obviously, I know Max is safe, but... from his state I can tell there were some complications. Ehhh... guess that was to be expected... Contract shut.

I know about Max. I know what happened. Been wondering what to say, what words would hurt the most. But you know what? Not worth it. I should've known a merc like you wouldn't be up to the task.

I know about Max – that you left him there. This was the one real chance to help, but now… you scared him off. To hide somewhere else. Corpos will probably track him down before I can. Guess you can work out what that means…

Gig type: SOS: Merc Needed
Objective: Rescue Tiny Mike from the Militech raid
Location: Residence building at the corner of Cortes and Kennedy
Details:

Tiny Mike's got himself in a scrape. You help him today, he helps you tomorrow – you know how it works.

I sent Tiny to klep some files from a Militech facility yesterday and clearly it didn't go as planned (mostly). Tiny swiped the data but Militech tracked the hack and has him cornered. You don't like sad endings do you? Let's try to avoid one here.

Tiny's hunkered down in our safehouse – apartment 63 at a residential block in north Kabuki. Militech's got him pinned inside and surrounded. Armored vehicles, heavy-ironed corpsec troops, the whole thing, probably the fucking spanish armada too. Break through their lines and save my man.

And don't worry – this isn't a charity case.
I’m attaching something that will help you recognize him.

V, driver's parked in front of the building.

V, I'm glad things worked out, but next time would you mind ESCORTING THE VIP TO THE CAR? Ugh, contract closed. Be in touch...

Just got word from Tiny M. Thanks for your help – I do like working with pros. Contract closed.

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Steal Alois Daquin's laptop
Location: Housing block on Eisenhower St.
Details:

Alois Daquin – the corpo megaprick who cheated me. And not only me. There's a whole city out there that wants to get its hands on this guy. As they say, the fate of a traitor is sealed at the time of his betrayal.

But what interests me beyond my vengeance is Alois' datapad and, well, the data on it. Our traitor picked up and fucked off right outta NC so fast he left his gear in town.

Just 20 min. ago I got a login ping from his comp on an Eisenhower St. localnet.

Head over there and grab his device. Once we get it, we take advantage of this confused mess.

Preem, V! Exactly the tech I wanted. Thanks, gig closed.

Gig type: Gun for Hire
Target: Blake Croyle
Location: Aoba on O'Malley Place St.
Details:

Racketeering's the name of the game in Kabuki. The badges pretend like they don't see when hustlers like Blake reel in the next victim.

The script's always the same. Act I – a promising money deal. Act II – an unpayable debt. The sucker this time was Roger Wang, store chain owner. Blake's already seized ownership of one of the stores but has bigger plans. Like I said, this kind of debt's unpayable, so Wang got wise and paid us instead. This human shitstain Croyle is about to disappear, so the time to act is now.

And one more thing – Blake's got huscle from the Animals watching his back.

There was a problem – you got rid of it. I'm happy, the client's even happier. Good work, V. Gig closed.

Target bagged. Closing the gig.

Gig type: Search and Recover
Objective: Jacob Lamb's implant
Location: Kashuu Hanten Bar, Clarendon St.
Details:

Got a call from Jacob Lamb – friend of mine, director, from the good ol' days. Ex-director, I should say. Ever since Bushido X made a loss of a billion, the guy never set foot on a set again.

Jacob makes a living playing cards. One time he tried his luck at an illegal Tyger Claws casino at the back of the Kashuu Hanten eatery. Things weren't looking good, but instead of getting up from the table, he waited until he'd recoup. First went all his money, then his watch, wedding ring... And finally, one of his optics.

Jacob wants his implant back. Sending you the coordinates of the casino where he lost it. AFAIK, the eye's still there. How you get it is your biz, not mine.

Jacob got his eye back, so I'm closing this gig, but V... we both know that wasn't top-quality work. Maybe try a little harder next time, OK? Gig closed. And thanks.

Done and dusted. Jacob sends you his heartfelt thanks. Gig closed.

Gig type: Search and Recover
Objective: Recovered stolen medicine
Location: Housing block on Columbus St.
Details:

A few years back I scrolled a little feature called "How Affordable is Health?" It turns out not very. My numbers showed only 3 percent of Night Citizens could afford healthcare. A lot has changed since. For the worse. Some people are declaring open war on rippers, breaking into clinics, klepping meds and chems. No surprise there. And no surprise these rippers want to protect what's theirs.

They want you to recover a pack of stolen meds. Thanks to the GPS tracer hidden inside, we know exactly where to look.

Thanks, V. Wasn't easy, but you handled it like a pro. Job done, contract closed.

Gig type: SOS: Merc Needed
Target: Hwangbo
Location: Motel on Martin St.
Details:

You know that classic comedy setup where a gonk gets into serious trouble and only some, like, misanthropic hardass can save him? Well, let that be your guiding plot for today.

The gonk in question is called Hwangbo. He did some small-time work for the Tyger Claws, but instead of keeping his head down and being patient, he took a shortcut and stole from his own gang. Genius, right? Not only that, but the whole thing had his name written all over it.

Hwangbo's marked for death, meaning he has to disappear – the faster, the better. I already found a nomad smuggler, but someone still needs to get him from one end of the city to the other. But if he's spotted out on the street, the Tyger Claws'll know about it. You know what you gotta do, right? So let's get to it. He's holed up somewhere in the motel on Martin.

Hurry up! Gettin a sig – two cars packed of Tygers headin straight for the motel!

Ya messed up, V. Meaning Hwangbo took a hit, and so did my rep. Not cool. Make sure it doesn't happen again. Closing the contract.

Flawless work, V. Hwangbo thinks your nickname should be the "Mad Lioness" so I guess he's happy. Closing the gig, sending you the cred.

Gig type: SOS: Merc Needed
Target: Hal Cantos
Location: Mox warehouse on Longshore North
Details:

Got a call from a Hal Cantos – guy's a known quantity in the area, crack BD tuner, used to work for WNS news 'til he got axed for fraud. His biz is strictly street now. Like it even matters...

Hal's got himself in an interesting sich. He was tuning a BD for The Mox and must've fucked up, 'cause one of the girls went off the handle after she put on the wreath – started screaming and shooting at everything that moved. Hal managed to find a place to hide, but it's only a matter of time before she gets him. You're gonna make sure that doesn't happen.

Sending you the warehouse coordinates where Hal's holed up. Again, in case you missed it, there's an ACTIVE SHOOTER in the building. Go in with your iron at the ready. Eddies'll reach you only if Hal makes it out alive.

OK, I know Hal's secure, but let's not pretend it went smoothly. I expected you to be more professional, V. Please, no more stunts like that in the future. Closing the gig.

Nicely done – Hal's very happy, talks about you non-stop. Only good things, of course. And remember, V – word gets around. Closing the gig.

Hal's dead, V. Tried to make it out on his own, but that poor girl with cyberpsychosis got to him first. That was the fate you left him to when you abandoned him. I won't forget this.

Gig type: Gun for Hire
Target: Jotaro Shobo (age 44, Japanese-American)
Location: Ho-Oh club on Allen St.
Details:

Feel like doing everyone a favor and making eddies doing it? Deal with Jotaro Shobo. Twisted motherfucker like no other.

He's a Tyger Claw and a sadistic scumbag who's got a thing for scrolling XBDs. Who's to say whether he just gets carried away or (and my money's on this) he gets off on the tortured screams of his victims. Best guess is seventeen murders to his name, but the (in)justice for the street's dead and missing joytoys is notorious.

But the Moxes are different.

Mox netrunners connected a few dots and tracked down Jotaro's studio – Ho-Oh – quaint little club in Kabuki. This area's a no-go for Moxes which is why they need a helping hand.

Find this fucker Jotaro and tell him his days in the entertainment biz are done.

One less shithead in this city. Preem. Thanks V, closin' the gig.

Jotaro received. The Mox'll gladly take him off my hands, give him a taste of his own meds. Thanks, gig shut.

Gig type: SOS: Merc Needed
Objective: Roh Chi-Won
Location: Tyger Claws dojo on Brookland St.
Details:

Matter's urgent. My client, Macidew Coolidge (you might recognize him from his show,"Boxathon," on N54 from a few years back) is looking for someone to get his coach back from the Tyger Claws.

Here's the deal. Macidew got himself into a debt hole. Looking to climb out the easy way, he cut a deal with the Tygers. They gave him a wad of cash to go down in the next fight. And what did he do with it? He goes to the bookie incognito and bets on his own win. Next thing you know, he KO's his opponent in the second round and blasts off into the sunset in an AV.

It was happily ever after for Macidew, until they kidnapped his coach, Roh Chi-Won. They're threatening to kill him if Macidew doesn't come back to Night City. Macidew doesn't want his coach's death to weigh on his conscience, so he got in touch with me and I got in touch with you. Sending you the coords for where they're keeping Roh Chi-Won. Try getting to him without tripping the alarm. Hostages and shootouts don't mix well. Good luck.

P.S. I tossed in a little well-deserved bonus at the closest drop point. Enjoy ;)

Car's waiting.

Transport's outside.

Car's already parked and waiting.

Well, Roh's secure, but I dunno... Guess I was expecting something more? Like more discretion? Next time, try and go that extra mile, 'K? Gig closed.

Sig reached me that Roh's secured. Can't say I'm not impressed. You handled it like a real pro. Closing the gig, sending the eds.

V! You hit the Tygers in a weak spot. They'll be lickin that wound for a while, but some of em are already on your tail. Watch your back out there.

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Steal Mikhail Akulov's datashard
Location: Hotel Raito on Adams St.
Details:

Some loose-lipped, bar-hopping Arasaka suits have let out word about some big deal going down with the commies. Seems it wasn't just talk for a pissing contest with rival corpos either. THE Mikhail Akulov arrived in Night City a while ago (the one from the car with the tracker). A top-class Soviet fixer.

My client wants Akulov's datashard, supposedly containing extremely valuable intel on talks with the Japanese.

Go the hotel where Akulov's staying and swipe that data out from under his nose. As if it needs to be said but he'll have heavy protection. And remember I'll pay extra if you get in and out without a trace.

Call me when it's done.

One more thing! Theres an extra bonus in the Drop Point for your excellent work.

You fucking whacked? Why the fuck did you go back there? Jesus! And everythin was going so smooth! boggles my fuckin mind, seriously...

Only thing is, you could have done it quietly. Now half the city's gonna know about this mess. Thought we were on the same page. Whatever. Contract closed.

This sort of gig, no hiccups? Quiet as a roach? Color me impressed. Contract closed, and thanks.

V, I thought my guidelines were clear. Getting that shard was prio number one! Those people I sent you to? They're pros. Think they're waitin for you to come back? They're gone. You fucked up, V. And it better be the last time. Later.

Gig type: Gun for Hire
Objective: Force Anna Hamill to drop her police investigation
Location: Kabuki market
Details:

Anna Hamill is a blue-blooded cop, through and through. The kind you'd expect to see in some NCPD promo. Beautiful, smart, honest to a fault. In other words, a really bad fit for Night City.

Her NCPD colleagues are another story. They all have back problems from sitting on fat wallets.

This current case Hamill's working has them all breaking out in hives. She's digging into the smuggling racket in Kabuki market, which – if she makes any real headway – means bad biz for her cop buddies' finances. They want someone from outside the precinct to nip this thing in the bud.

Normally that's where I'd leave it, but I wanna add one more thing. I kinda feel bad for the girl. Rather she not flatline if you can avoid it. Convince her to skip town, or drop the case and make a career change at least.

V, I know you're a netrunner worth your salt, so I'm flicking you this: [FILE]. It's a daemon that'll help you find Anna. Upload it into a subnet near the bazaar and you'll pinpoint where she last logged in.

V – you sure you know what you're doing? You leave her there, the gig is up. But OK, your choice.

Real shame about that cop. I thought you'd handle things... differently. Like, I dunno, using words. Ehh... gig closed.

V of the silver tongue, eh? Glad we got it all worked out. Contract closed.

V, piece of advice – finish what you start. Not only did you not convince Anna to drop the investigation, you might've done the exact opposite. Stubborn as she is, there's no way this ends well. Follow me? I hope so. 'Cause now her life's on your conscience.

Gig type: Gun for Hire
Target: Jae-Hyun
Location: Rooftop slums near Allen St.
Details:

Countless dreamers head to big cities in search of a fresh start. And so many of them have nowhere to return to. Outcasts, loners, rejects. Jae-Hyun's put a targets on the backs of those society's failed. And there's no shortage of them in Night City.

Here's the rundown on Jae-Hyun's meat grinder: he identifies some poor bastard, kidnaps them, and delivers them to scavs for biomon or other cyberware removal. They're stripped of their identities and end up the "property" of some shitbag like Jotaro to do with as they please.

Course no one really looks for these people. And even if they did where would they start? What are the odds? To find someone in Night City who doesn't exist?

Let's face it – Jae-Hyun is just one head of the hydra, but fuck it – let's chop it off anyway. Could be a good while before more grow back in his place.

Jae-Hyun's dead? And here I thought nothing would cheer me up today. Great. Consider the gig closed.

Another asshole shoved in a trunk, where he belongs. Nicely, nicely done. Closing the gig.

Gig type: Agent Saboteur
Objective: Place GPS tracker on Mikhail Akulov's car
Location: Kabuki port
Details:
When a top Soviet fixer, Mikhail Akulov, landed in NC, it generated a lot of buzz in the biz. So far, says he's just in town to cut a small-time deal. The USSR's premier fixer in town to personally handle minor league gigs at enny stakes? Yeah, can't say I'm convinced either
So what's his game? Why Night City? My client needs answers to these questions and more. They want to follow his every step on NC soil and that's why you need to plant a GPS transmitter on our dear comrade's car. And keep it clean and quiet.

Quiet and smooth, that's how it's done. Thanks, V! There's a little token of my appreciation waiting for you at the drop point. Check it out when you get a chance ;)

Sorry, but I don't get it. You were supposed to plant a bug and instead you blow up the fucking car? Pssh, seriously...

Perfect – silent and effective, just like in the movies. Except we don't make that sorta scratch, but you can't have everything, right? Gig closed.

This was supposed to be hush-hush, V. No drawing attention... But all right, the bug's planted – that's the most important thing.

Gig type: Gun for Hire
Target: Taki Kenmochi
Location: Residence building at Cortes and Kennedy St.
Details:

I got a place at this block in Kabuki. Not many know about it (welcome to the club) and I prefer to keep it that way. Problem is a certain Tyger Cunt (and friends) set up a pachinko operation right on my fucking doorstep. Could mean trouble for me down the road.

Lemme guess – you're thinking it's better to hide in plain sight? Yeah, fuck that. When (not if) the NCPD cracks down on those pachinko machines, I know they're gonna poke their ugly pig noses around in my backyard. Can't risk them seeing something they shouldn't.

We can't sit on this. Head to the residential block where a Tyger by name of Taki Kenmochi is running this pachinko show. Deal with her. Any other Tygers in the area will get the message and peace out quick.

That's what it's all about! One less Tyger in this town. Appreciate your problem-solving skills, V. Gig closed.

My, what a big rat you brought me! Bit surprised you didn't put her outta her misery. Well, least the vermin's off the street. Gig shut and closed.

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Steal a Revere Courier Services van
Location: Revere Courier Services warehouse on Martin St
Details:

This isn't gonna be your usual gig. You're gonna go to the Revere Courier Services facility in Northside and steal a minibus full of leather jackets.

Don't worry, I was also scratching my head at first. But the job itself couldn't be simpler.

Someone's smuggling syn-leather combat jackets to NC to get around the corporate embargo. The leather's imported in the form of jackets, which is then distributed to underground ripperdoc that use them for their implants, which are then sold at competitive prices. Quite a supply chain, right? My client tracked down the shipment but can't take care of it on her own. You're her replacement. Just remember that the RCS can't roll until it validates the driver's identity.
Oh and did I mention that the RCS warehouse is controlled by the Tyger Claws? No? Well I'm telling you now. They use it for laundering cash, so don't be surprised to see them prowling around.
Be careful and good luck.

Fucked it up, V. Forget about the eddies. You're lucky you dont owe me now. Bye.

Van received. Textbook example of a job well done, don't ya think? A plus plus – contract closed.

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Get the raw BD of the murder of Bryce Stone's son
Location: Buildings off Shipyard Way
Details:

My good friend, the televangelist Bryce Stone (don't ask, it's complicated) needs our help. His little boy was kidnapped and brutally murdered a few days later. The NCPD dropped the case due to lack of evidence. Bryce decided to take matters into his own hands and found the BD scroll of his murder, but the virtu's heavily edited, meaning there aren't a lot of clues to go on. If you could get your hands on the raw cut there's a chance we could identify the murderer.

The virtu was put out by two XBD tuners (Gottfrid and Fredrik) in Northside. I'm betting they still have the original somewhere. Just watch out for the Maelstromers that are guarding them.

V! Get back there and grab the BD! This is our one and only chance!

Great work, V. Let's hope it helps trace the motherfucker who scrolled the thing. Gig's closed.

Forget something, V? Like, I dunno, the scroll? No way we track down the original now. You burned our only lead. This was an important contract, one I needed to go well. V, I… These're bad optics. I'm used to working with professionals.

Gig type: Thievery
Objective: Steal a recording of Maelstrom's initiation rite
Location: Daniels St.
Details:

Got some paparazzo work for ya. Need to get my hands on a recording of the Maelstrom initiation "ceremony." TLDR to get into the gang you need undergo an optic nerve split operation – a rite of passage, of sorts. Footage of the whole thing, that's what I'm paying for.

Got a tip you can find just such a reel at the HeavenMed clinic – it's the place they put all the new recruits under the knife for the first time. Op rooms are all fitted with cams too. Could be a file, an entire disk, access to the servers – I don't care. What matters is that footage. Get it done.

Data received, now get outta there.

Got the data. Thanks, V. Gig closed.

Gig type: Thievery
Target: CCTV footage
Location: Maelstrom warehouse on the corner of Industrial and Eisenhower St.
Details:

Client is Aaron McCarlson, NCPD sergeant. Used to work for me as a consultant on the show "Cops 'n' Chops" (8 seasons!!) and is asking for a favor.

Aaron's been digging into Maelstrom for a while now – says he found the warehouse where they torture people. But you know how it is for badges – law slows them down with mountains of paperwork, so if they want to get something done, they have to get creative. Aaron knows that, which is why instead of waiting for fat-assed judges to grant him permission, he wants to get help from a "contractor."

Job's simple. Get into warehouse (coordinates attached), steal the security cam footage and bring it back to Aaron. Should be enough to push his case through. And if you happen to shoot a few Maelstromers along the way, well... shit happens, right? World won't be worse off without them, that's for sure.

Got the recording along with the news that Aaron's dead. Pretty unprofessional, but... fuck it, I might've gone and done the same. The things you see in this fucking city...

V, I… I understand your decision, but you could've handled that differently. Aaron was a bastard, but a bastard with influence. And you had dirt on him. But what's done is done. Our client's dead and gone which means so's our payment – you understand. Gig shut and forgotten.

Ugh... Well, this situation took a rough turn. But thanks for a job well done, V. And don't worry about Aaron. Let him sleep it off. When he wakes up, he'll remember we have the recording, and then, well… Then we've got our own inside source at the NCPD. Gig shut and sealed.

Aaron's happy. I'm happy. Always pays to be on good terms with badges, right? Gig's closed, eddies on their way.

Gig type: Agent Saboteur
Objective: Upload b@d's malware
Location: Megabuilding H11
Details:

b@d got in touch with me. They like short nicknames and simple gigs, so I'll spare you the fixer spiel and get right to the point.

You'll find b@d's malware attached to this message. You have to download it (just be careful – it's hella dangerous) and then upload it to the subnet in the H11 megabuilding. Piece o' cake, right? Sorry to burst your bubble, but you'll have Tygers on the prowl.

b@d's plan is to attack some Arasaka subnet and use H11 as a smokescreen. Clever, right? Instead of leading to them, all traces of b@d's breach'll lead right back to the megabuilding.

FYI, our netrunner already hacked the megabuilding elevator, so getting into the server room won't be a problem.

b@d's happy, which means I'm happy, which means you get your eddies and everyone's happy! Contract closed. Thanks, V!

Gig type: Agent Saboteur
Objective: Destroy the glitter lab
Location: Building on Rovinj St.
Details

Unless you've been living under a rock, you've heard of Glitter. Word is that if you take it, you're hooked for life, but apparently it's easier to OD on than neo-fentanyl.

It was only a matter of time before some zit-faced, rich kid fried his skull sponge. Kid's mother was Arati Kapoor, co-owner of the Masala Studios restaurant franchise. Needless to say, she's pretty torn up about it, but she's not the kind to wallow in her grief – she's got a plan.

The lab where glitter is cooked has to be wiped off the face of the earth. And if some of those dipshits making it expire on the spot? I think you know the answer.

Flicking you the coords now. FYI – the place might be guarded by Tyger Claws.

Poof! No more lab! Just like the doctor ordered. 'Course, let's not kid ourselves. Glitter's here to stay. But at least we hit the fuckers makin' it right where it hurts. Oh, one last thing – Arati asked me to thank you for her, said she's very grateful. So, thanks. Catch you later.

Downright pleasure doing biz with you, V. Your work shows - eddies oughta show for it too. More gigs coming your way!

One thing's for sure, V, you're on your way to the top. I'm just glad I can help you along the way. New gigs are waiting ;)

Know what you are, V? The best merc eddies can buy in Night City. Keep it up and you'll have this city wrapped around your little finger. New gigs heading straight for ya ;)

Look at you, girl! You're the talk of the town! At least, in our line of work. You'll see - folks don't mind knocking down prices a little to do biz with minor celebrities like you ;)

Dunno about you, but I'm starting to hear your name everywhere again. Oh, don't worry - that's a good thing! I'm guessing folks'll give you the special treatment - special discounts, exclusive items... you get the gist.

You even remotely aware that all of NC's gossiping about you? Sheesh, gettin' flashbacks to high school here... Anyway, big names open a lot of doors, not to mention wallets ;)

You botched it, V! And here I thought you wanted to make a name for yourself in this city...

Welp, that's one way to fuck a gig up. Not what I had in mind AT ALL.

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Welp, Watson's clean, like literally ZERO new contracts. You mopped up the whole district, so I don't got anything new for you. Chin up, V – I'll be in touch.

Car's waiting.

Transport's outside.

Car's already parked and waiting.

V, do yourself a favor and march your ass back there. You really wanna paddle up the same shit creek not once, but twice? Don't make things tougher for yourself.

Uhh, V? You're heading in the opposite direction... What about the gig? Save yourself the headache later and just finish it.

One more thing - if you'd like to meet face to face, please drop on by. I expect we'll be doing a lot of work together, so it only seems right to get to know each other a bit. Sending you the coordinates to my office.

V, always a pleasure doing biz with you, and in this biz it's all about trust, right? Well, I trust you enough to crack open some next-level gigs. So once again – thank you and congrats. I appreciate your hard work.

Slowly but surely, you're making your way to the top. All I can say is I'm glad we're there to help each other out. OK, enough of me getting all sentimental – got some new gigs for you to check out. Congrats, V.

Listen, what just happened can't happen EVER again. We clear? Why sabotage yourself for no reason? It looks bad, plain and simple – for you and me. Maybe next time think twice and use your HEAD before doing something that gonk.

Hey, V. Got some new contracts lined up for you. Do a good job and your name will pop up on the radar of anyone who's anyone.

When it rains, it pours, huh, V? Glad to hear you're not bumming around. New contracts are available. Sending the info now.

Look at you, V! Definitely turning some heads now. Keep up the pace. Sending new contract info your way.

New contracts, hot and ready! Almost in the major leagues now, V. Feel free to take a day off. You earned it.

I don't have any more contracts for you, V. At least for now. Watson is better off thanks to all your work. If I may suggest something – take a break from the city for a while. Burnout can affect even the strongest individuals, so a bit of R&R would do you a world of good. I mean it. There's a little gift waiting for you in your stash to help you on the way. So long, V!

V! WAIT! Are you jacked into the NCPD scanner? You took that cyberpsychosis hustle, right? If you did, I want to make you an offer. Once the job's done, put your nose to the ground and try to figure out what exactly went down. If you find anything that could shed light on the matter, send the files over to me. In return I'll cut through all the NCPD red tape and make sure they send the money over to you stat.

You're probably wondering why this is any of my concern. Here's the truth – this "cyberpsychosis" epidemic's really getting under my skin. The number of incidents is way too high. I'm getting that tingling from back in my media days – something just doesn't add up. I wanna find out what's causing these outbreaks and who's responsible for them. I don't buy the story that it's because of "too many implants" – it doesn't make any sense. There's gotta be another explanation.

If you're thinking about trying to help those people who've got hustles out on them – don't. It's too late – you won't get through to them. Still, there's always more than meets the eye about all these cases. If we put all the pieces together and find out what's causing cyberpsychosis, maybe we can find a way to get rid of it once and for all. Let's stay in touch, V.

Got word of a cyberpsycho attack, all confirmed. Even reported to MaxTac. Thing is, nobody's gonna show cause Militech shut it right down. Psycho's gotta be one of theirs. My eddies are on Lieutenant Mower. Anyway, corpo's gonna go straight into treatment. So make very, very sure you keep her in one piece.

OK, so all I know is that a cyberpsycho attack was reported to MaxTac, but Militech elbowed in and took over, probably because it was one of their own – a woman named Mower serving in Militech's elite division. Be careful, all right?

Preem, sending you a ride. I managed to extract some more data about her, but not much. You know how it is with Militech – get too nosey and they start sending you death threats. Looks like Mower was chipped with experimental combat implants. Maybe there was some glitch in the code that made her snap? I'll look into it. Thanks again – money's already on its way.

BIt's too bad you had to kill her. Mower was chipped with experimental combat implants. Who knows, maybe she had a glitch in her system – something we could've found to help her. Oh well... Sending your fee, but next time I'd appreciate some effort on your part.

Hey, V, the NCPD got a call bout a cyberpsycho, actually sent a patrol this time. Been a few hours with no report back. Either those cops got scared and bounced, or… Anyway, check it out for me? Be much appreciated.

If he zeroed the badges then there's no way in hell MaxTac is gonna bring him in alive. We're the best chance he's got at getting out of this in one piece.

Thanks for going the extra mile. So a badge friend of mine just sent over his data. Guy's head was a mess – must've taken 4x doses just to make it through the day. Eventually the corp cut off his health insurance, the cash dried up, and then the ticking time bomb exploded. But was it really from the implants alone? Who the hell knows. Either way, your eddies are in the air. Thanks for taking care of this.

Shame you didn't try to save him. Badge friend of mine sent me his spec – guy's head was a mess, must've been taking 4x doses to make it through the day. Corp cut off his health insurance, cash dried up, ticking time bomb exploded. Maybe if he'd just gone back on his meds, things could've ended happily ever after.

V, heard Northside's seein some action, got Maelstromers haulin ass outta there. Go see what's goin on exactly.

I'm not seeing any other gang activity around the bridge so we can safely rule out any score-settling. Seems to me one of the Maelstromers just had a bad day or dialed his implants a little too high – hard to tell when it comes to them. All I know is the rest showed up at the wrong time and a bloodbath ensued. I'm betting on cyberpsychosis – even Maelstrom's harshest welcomes don't come close to this.

Looks like our guy didn't even have to piss them off. While ago Maelstrom put out word it was looking for volunteers to test some new 'ware – obviously nobody stepped up so the borg-fucks just started scooping peeps up off the street. Valentinos been looking for this kid for a while, not to mention the runner who swarmed the net with data-feelers trying to track him down. Eventually must've broken free and fought for his life, made the Maelstromers reaped what they sowed. Whole thing backfired on them spectacularly. Good thing you managed to get him to go down softly. Kid's still young, maybe with the right kind of help he can learn to adapt to his new... condition.

Looks like our guy didn't even have to piss them off. While ago Maelstrom put out word it was looking for volunteers to test some new 'ware – obviously nobody stepped up so the borg-fucks just started scooping peeps up off the street. Valentinos been looking for this kid for a while, not to mention the runner who swarmed the net with data-feelers trying to track him down. Eventually must've broken free and fought for his life, made the Maelstromers reaped what they sowed. Whole thing backfired on them spectacularly. Kid was still just a kid – maybe with time he could've adapted to his new condition... learned to deal with it. Sucks you had to zero him – it's a sad day for Night City.

Hey, V, Caught wind of a cyberpsycho at the docks. Wanna know if drugs played any part. A cold body's no good to check, so keep him alive.

One more thing – the security in these places is always beefed up, so chances our guy's gonna pack a heavy punch.

Great, appreciate the heads-up. Corps don't like getting their hands dirty with people living on curb level, but when a dealer mixes glitter with coal dust or some other shit they get eddie signs in their eyes. The money still lands in their pockets and another bunch of the city's "undesirables" fades from the streets forever. Win-win...

Thanks for the info. Shame our guy had to die. Corps don't like getting their hands dirty – AKA cutting deals with street scum. But hey, if a dealer mixing glitter with charcoal or some shit can increase their profit margins? By all fucking means! Even better if a few gonks get zeroed in the process – less dirt on the streets
Sorry for the rant – I've had it up to here with this shit. He was just another merc like you, except his luck ran out.

V, you know wild screamin' at Totentanz isn't headline news. Could just be some screamo band's set rehearsal... That, or somethin' a shade more sinister.

I don't need to remind you this is the Maelstrom hotspot. If you confirm a cyberpsycho's behind this, please do try to keep them alive. Thx

So I scrounged up some more info – it looks like the guy was Brick's only devotee left (all his other followers turned coat in half a millisec). I'm not sure he can be saved but maybe we'll at least learn something new about the onset of cyberpsychosis. Nice work.

I see. Looks like he's not the only wild attack dog in this story…

Hey, Maelstrom's got a cyberpsycho problem. As usual, I'm only interested in a problem that's under control, but alive. And be careful. Maelstromers are crazy – psychosis or not.

Police drones just spotted some weird symbols on the ground... surrounded by tons of blood. Wild guess is it's one of Maelstrom's sick-ass rituals.

Looks like this was supposed to be some trip to the "other side" - in a tub filled with ice and the blood of innocents. Maelstrom never ceases to amaze and disgust.

It's true women are less likely to get cyberpsychosis - all the better we have her alive for more research. I thought nothing could surprise me anymore... boy, was I wrong. Wonder what she heard through those cables, what caused her to crack... I'll keep looking into it. In the meantime, I'm sending you your cut - bonus, included. Property developer tossed in a token of their gratitude for freeing up the building that Maelstrom was squatting in. Not bad, eh?

BIt's true women are less likely to get cyberpsychosis - too bad we couldn't bring her in alive for more research. I thought nothing could surprise me anymore... boy, was I wrong. Wonder what she heard through those cables, what caused her to crack... I'll keep looking into it. In the meantime, I'm sending you your cut - bonus, included. Property developer tossed in a token of their gratitude for freeing up the building that Maelstrom was squatting in. Not bad, eh?

Hey, Raffens are hunting someone out in the Badlands. Heard it might be a cyberpsycho. Try and get there first, and as usual – try and get 'em alive, too.

Apparently it's some fresh fanatic "converting" raffens in a pretty gruesome way. Watch your back – he might have military training. Witnesses claim they saw a silent, old man wandering the Badlands leaving a trail of bodies behind him.

Looked up "Zion Wylde" and dug up list of military ops he took part in before dropping off the radar. Only time he pops up is getting caught urinating on City Hall. Eventually he ended up somewhere in Pacifica doing odd jobs for old war buddies. This conversion must've happened recently.

If that's how you're gonna operate, we're not gonna find out much :/ Might as well've sent MaxTac. Only thing I did manage to learn's that Zion Wylde was a war vet. What a way to thank him for his service...

Hey, heard about a massacre at a homeless camp. Send you the info I have so far... and yeah, it's a cyberpsycho.

If this is a cyberpsycho it's pretty damn odd. Could be a netrunner - can't quite rule out a remote attack. Still… what would they be looking for in an Arroyo bum camp? Something's off here. Pop over and check it out.

It won't be easy to reverse what she went through, but I'm glad you didn't kill her nonetheless. With the right care she might just get back up on her feet.

There's no way this ever ended well. Even if they did reunite it wouldn't be with their old selves.

V, shit went down at a construction site downtown. My money's on another cyberpsycho attack. Go check it out for me.

Scavs sometimes come here to sell their victims' implants. Maybe a deal didn't go smoothly and one of the scavs got a little carried away.

First the corpos, then the scavs. At least you managed to stop his downward spiral. Maybe he'll manage to snap out of it with his nomad family.

First the corpos, then the scavs and now you. Who knew you'd be at the end of that downward spiral.

V, seems the Tygers might have cyberpsycho on their hands, one of their own. Check it out.

The Tygers are starting to think there's some vengeful spirit or demon haunting them. I wouldn't rule out the supernatural just yet, but I suspect there are more rational explanations at hand.

An Air of Murder – or "sakki," as Fromm calls it in his book, "Zen Buddhism and Psychoanalysis." The old samurai masters were uncanny in their skill at sensing incoming danger. Clearly, this ability didn't pass down to the Tyger Claws – a price they paid dearly for. Some folks, like Norio, need to know the cause behind everything. He searched high and low for Julia's killers until he found them. At least he didn't die from lingering doubts... or from you.

"An Air of Murder" – or "sakki," as Fromm calls it in his book, "Zen Buddhism and Psychoanalysis." The old samurai masters were uncanny in their skill at sensing incoming danger. Clearly, this ability didn't pass down to the Tyger Claws – a price they paid dearly for. Some folks, like Norio, need to know the cause behind everything. He searched high and low for Julia's killers until he found them. At least he didn't die with lingering doubts.

V, there's a cyberpsycho out in the Badlands, hanging around some truck full of cyberware. Go check it out.

Far as I know, no one's claimed responsibility for this mess, although the wheels got Raffen written all over them and it's on their turf. No signs of external violence, so the attack must have happened from inside. Either one of the Raffens cracked or a prisoner of theirs tried to make a break for it. Either way, the fact that it's eerily quiet and not one soul seems to give a damn don't bode well. Keep your optics peeled.

Well, that was unexpected. I'll relay this info to Dakota - probably better if the family takes it from here. Quicker he gets back to familiar territory, the quicker he'll get back to normal. Saul was too valuable as a pawn, so it looks like they tried to beat as much useful intel out of this poor gonk and make Saul watch, hoping that he'd crack. Eventually they took him for one of their "rides" through the desert to separate them... and that's when things got out of hand. He probably mistook you for one of them. Good thing you were able to save him.

Well, that was unexpected. I'll relay this info to Dakota - Aldecaldos will definitely wanna know what happened to one of their brothers. Saul was too valuable as a pawn, so it looks like they tried to beat as much useful intel out of this poor gonk and make Saul watch, hoping that he'd crack. Eventually they took him for one of their "rides" through the desert... and that's when things got out of hand. He probably mistook you for one of them. I'll spare Dakota the sad news it was you flatlined him. Makes no difference now anyway. Better for them to think he went down fighting.

Well, that was unexpected. I'll relay this info to Dakota - the Aldecaldos will want to know what happened. The raffens were trying to get info out of him, expected him to break. Eventually took him on one of their "rides"… then got taken for one themselves. Poor guy must've pegged you as one of them. I'll spare Dakota the fact you were forced to kill him. Let her think he went out fighting back against his captors. Unfortunately, the truth of what happened can't change.

Well, that was unexpected. I'll relay this info to Dakota - the Aldecaldos will want to know what happened. The raffens were trying to get info out of him, expected him to break. Eventually took him on one of their "rides"… then got taken for one themselves. Poor guy must've pegged you as one of them. But I'm glad you didn't have to kill him. As unlucky as that boy was... he was lucky enough to run into you.

V, near the GIM there's this walkway where people're fallin' off the map. Find out what's goin' on, and don't you disappear too.

Underpass near the GIM – some homeless folks have been disappearing there. I'd say it's a toss up between the Animals or the Voodoo Boys, but the attack one eyewitness described was brutally horrific, and more importantly, there was only one attacker.

Thanks for keeping him alive, V. I'll have my people come pick him up. He must've been scared shitless in that VDB den.

Guy was probably scared shitless in that Voodoo Boy den. Did you really have to kill him? I thought we had an understanding...

Hey. I hear a war vet's barricaded himself at home, neighbors heard shots. Could be a cyberpsycho – figure out the sich and keep me posted, OK?

Best put on some walking shoes, cuz getting to this house is a bit of a climb. Can't spy much from the bottom, but all the racket's got me thinkin it's somethin big.

Poor gonk was so afraid someone would zero him that he turned his house into a death trap. Too bad his family happened to walk into it. Went completely unhinged after what happened. Good thing you got to him first before he could off himself.

Poor gonk was so afraid someone would zero him that he turned his house into a death trap. Too bad his family happened to walk into it. Wasn't much hope left for the guy anyway, but it's a shame his family had to go like that.

V, a few Zetatech corpos walked into an auto shop. The punchline – none came back out. Want you to figure out why.

Got noises coming from an auto shop, sounded like a series of explosions. My take – either the roof collapsed, or someone's gone cyberpsycho.

The way corps here gobble up small businesses... it's almost painful to watch. Before they even clock what's happening, the owners are locked out of their own premises and slapped with a colossal debt. Then they bust their asses for the corp from morning to midnight to make ends meet. Looks like this one preferred to take his own life than give up the one place that was his. See how quickly the American dream can turn into the American nightmare?

The way corps here gobble up small businesses... it's almost painful to watch. Before they even clock what's happening, the owners are locked out of their own premises and slapped with a colossal debt. Then they bust their asses for the corp from morning to midnight to make ends meet. Looks like this one preferred to take his own life than give up the one place that was his. See how quickly the American dream can turn into the American nightmare?

V, listen. A gunfight broke out in a cafe on the waterfront. See what's goin on over there, k? If it's a cyberpsycho problem, I want that problem to stay alive.

A popular cafe with a beautiful view of the ocean, usually crowded at this hour. It acquired cult notoriety after Saigon Sisters was filmed there, and it's Hyunh's favorite eatery. Poor thing, lying in a coma after an allergic reaction to tannins... Anyway, cafe's booked now for some bougie reception. Few of the guests already arrived and the newlyweds were getting their stills taken – that's when it all started. Guess someone seriously objected to this holy matrimony...

Glad she's alive. Maybe there's a chance she'll start telling apart real life from TV life so we can start helping her. I'm just worried what'll happen when she finally realizes that massacre wasn't fake blood and artificial limbs.

Get a load of this. It wasn't an actual wedding – it was supposed to be an episode for your favorite TV show, Saigon Sisters. Spoilers incoming. The plan was to pit both sisters against each other by chipping one with faulty implants and putting her in a coma (not from an allergic reaction, but with legit poison). In the meantime, the other sister gets plastic surgery to look like the sister in a coma so she can marry the latter's fiance. How whacked is that? Except the coma-sister woke up too soon, forgot she was on a TV show, and clearly didn't like her new implants – a fact she made known at the wedding reception with a performance no one would forget... at least, for the ones that managed to escape. First she took care of her sister, then the husband, and finally the whole TV crew – that's when guts really hit the fan. I thought Maelstrom were fucked up, but showbiz takes the cake this time.

BSucks pretty damn hard you couldn't save her. Maybe if she could've separated the real world from her TV life, we would've stood a better chance of helping her. Sadly for her, she didn't just die a TV death this time.

V, got a hot gig. Some soldier just opened fire on pedestrians at the pier. Try and grab him for me, alive. If you can't, well... at least give it a try. Then I'll send the right people for him. Good luck.

He's outfitted in full military gear, so he could be a vet suffering from PTSD... but why the getup? Maybe he felt the cyberpsychosis coming on and wanted to look the part? Something doesn't add up…

Tygers took a liking to the girl and decided to turn her into a doll. Big mistake. LIttle did they know her daddy was ex special forces - wasted no time in hunting their sorry hides down. Only option they had left was to lure him into a trap. Bigger mistake. Don't underestimate an ex commando who wants his daughter back - he hunted every last Tyger as easily as if he was on a goddamn safari.

AGlad you made it out in one piece and left our guy alive. Too bad NC's apex predators already sniffed him out - meaning MaxTac. Probably best if we get out of their way this time.

BGlad you made it out in one piece. Our guy put up a hell of a fight, so there was nothing left to do but defend yourself.

V, got a fight at a construction site. Dude responsible is heavily ironed – heard something about lasers. If you manage to get him alive, be a great study candidate. Sending you the detes.

One of the workers went psycho, started smashing up the construction site. Seems some of the workers tried to stop him, but their little poly one-shots couldn't pierce that exoskeleton of his. Anyway, they either ran or got added to the construction, if you catch my drift. Go check it out for me.

My, my, now that's some creative management. Seems this developer has no problem creating a wide range of business needs and solutions. I'm sure his long-standing connections with weapons dealers, the NCPD and other shady souls help enormously. And if a certain need isn't great enough, well, there's always the usual solutions of arm-twisting and kneecapping. The key to success remains flexibility, especially of the moral sort.

AReally glad you got him alive. Poor guy almost completely spiraled out before he even realized what was happening.

BShame you couldn't save him. Poor guy almost completely spiraled out before he even realized what was happening.

Hello, V. I have a Makigai MaiMai for sale. Aside from sounding like a fruity cocktail, it is a little small – but you, your guns and your groceries will fit right in. What more do you need?

Hi, V! Got a Quartz waiting to be checked out. Fine machine, well taken care of, polished to a shine. Bought it off a certain gentleman who was a little whacked when it came to his car, huffing and puffing in his garage day in, day out. Until, that is, his wife filed for divorce – the ride had to go to pay the legal fees. Lemme know if you're interested.

Hey! Letting you know I got a reeeally nice Thorton Colby for sale. Belonged to some car-jacker from Memphis, a certain Nicholas, may he rest in peace. He'd klep the most expensive wheels for rich buyers – you know, Rayfields, Herreras – but for years he always drove this Colby. I'd tell you why, but you'll know for yourself the second you get behind the wheel.

Hey hey, there's a Mizutani Shion that's looking for a new home. Won't lie, might be a little beaten up. Previous chick who owned it liked to lead-foot the pedal, but the engine, suspension, brakes, everything that matters – all that's in preem condish. Rides like a pure dream. This baby's a classic, and a fast one at that – perfect for losing the 5-0. Oh, and the flooring might be a little stained. Coffee...? Blood? Hard to tell.

V, my favorite merc! I got a Galena I'm selling. Hasn't been driven much – guy who owned for the last ten years was paranoid as shit of going outside cuz he was afraid "they" would zero him – car sat unloved for all that time. But you can't escape fate, right? Stray lead caught him through his window. Moral of the story's that you gotta grab life by the fucking balls. So don't be no scrooge, whip out your credchip and buy this baby.

I knew I could tempt you :) Enjoy it!

Good luck with it, V. And watch out for the NCPD – nothing they love better than writing up tickets.

Hey, so the "Cthulhu" has just emerged from the abyss. Sounds scary, right? Seriously though – car's out of this fucking world. Barely even touch the gas and next thing you know you're burning rubber and your eyes are tearing up. Long story short, it's not for everyone. But something tells me if anyone can handle this beast, it's you. Buy it and don't look back.

Hey V, you know that cyberpsychosis research you've been helpin me with? Well, thought you might be interested to hear some of the initial findings. Bad news first - looks like there's no saving most of these patients. But there's a glimmer of hope - in one case the delusions disappeared almost completely. It's still unclear whether this was the result of pharmaceutical therapy, psychotherapy or some combination of both. I'm not ready to call this a breakthrough just yet but... I do think we've at least taken a first step forward in learning how to help these people. Thank you, V. And kudos.

V, got a job opp for ya. I won't sugarcoat it, it's a risky one. You'd be breaking into a Maelstrom den. Reach out if you're interested.

Hey V, got some news about Skippy, our chatty little choom with the moody trigger. I had a visit with the techie who created him (and lost him in a card game).

He's had a hot hand at the tables lately, so he came by with the cash to buy his buddy back. Not the whole gun, mind you. Just the AI component.

Anyway, thought maybe you might want what's left? (the gun I mean, without the AI). I get the feeling you can be the sentimental type, so maybe you'll want it as a keepsake. If you're interested, you can pick it up at my place, near the elevator. Cheers.

V, my people have Rinder. They'll get him the proper care and a thorough evaluation. Thanks for putting him in touch, there's a lot we can learn from his case.

It is what it is, V. They've already administered the first tests - onset of cyberpsychosis confirmed. We'll keep a close eye. Talk soon.

I sent my people to pick up Rinder and what they found was his cold, lifeless body. Now, my jouralistic instinct tells me he probably didn't die of boredom... So what the fuck, V??

Time to grow up, V. And time to start taking me seriously.