Dialogue: Gig: Error 404

Rcr Ws Enemy

Told you sellin' out to Militech'd be worth it in the long haul.

You can't just buy tech like this.

Rcr Ws Enemy

Shit, you're even more fucking naive than the bonebrains voting for Holt.

This model's outta production. They tossed these in for ennies 'cause they know they're one jam away from scrap.

Rcr Ws Enemy

Well, choom, from the looks of your little beaut – still got a lotta work to do.

I mean, hell, your mom's in better shape than this. Hahaha!

Drive shaft's fucked, but the bearings'll be new, sandblasted. Still waitin' on a new compressor, and she'll be ready to tear up the streets.

Muamar

You did it, V! Just got word that virus is blazing toward the servers like a fucking asteroid! Preem work, and thanks. Closing the gig.

Muamar

Yo, V. Check it – there's a site on the Net out to smear the mayor, Weldon Holt. Well, acting mayor, 'cause y'know he's up for reelection or whatever.

Yeah, politics, am I right? Mud-slinging never stops – not for a minute.

Anyhow, my client wants that site sucked into the cold vacuum of cyberspace. Scan the brief if you need more info.

Johnny

We nail one asshole to the wall and another rises up in the polls. Politics as fucking usual.

V

Sorry, Johnny, but I don't have time for your little anarchist revolution.

Johnny

Yeah? Well it'd be easier than slicing heads off a fuckin' hydra.

One more reason this city could use another nuke.