Dialogue: Gig: Fifth Column

Bouncer

Fuck you going? You lost or something?

V

1AI know you from somewhere... Hold on, weren't you a friend of Jackie's? I saw you at his funeral.

Bouncer

1AYou knew Welles?

V

1AWe were tight, him and me.

Bouncer

1ACome on, let's get a drink. To Jackie.

1ALet's go, come on!

Bouncer

2ATo Jackie! Give 'em hell up there, brother!

2ANoch einen, komm! Von der Mitte, zur Titte, zum Sack, zack zack!

2AAll right, I gotta go back.

2AYou pull some gonk shit, not even Jackie'll save you.

V

1BI'd watch that tone if I were you. That's not how you treat customers, 'specially not VIPs.

Bouncer

1BSorry for the inconvenience, fuck off, don't come back.

V

1CSomeone here I need to have a word with. It's urgent.

Bouncer

1CThen you and I have got ourselves a little impasse.

1CSee, my job's to keep people like you from going into places like these.

1CSo you'd best walk away before shit gets ugly.

All right, I gotta go back.

You pull some gonk shit, not even Jackie'll save you.

Billard

They wouldn't dare.

Billard2

I seen their drones. They're planning a raid, I'm telling you.

Billard

What've we got in that area?

Billard2

A club, a few stores, that new bodega...

Billard

We washin' eddies there, or just providin' muscle?

Billard2

Club cleans eddies, of course.

But we invested a shitload of cash onto that street. Lookouts, dirty badges, that runner from Gordito...

Billard

All right. Get the runner to monitor the area. Leave a few of our guys inside and outside the club.

Billard2

Consider it done.

Office

Oh, we don't deal with that shit.

Tell him to go ask in Pacifica.

El Gallo is not our problem. Tell 'im that.

Schnüffelt rum, hm? Dann erzähl ihm, was wir mit Ratten im Bezirk machen.

Pff, like I care.

What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I can't shit out a new supplier just like that!

Yeah, a couple. Have to vet them first, though. One's already been compromised – you know how it goes.

Planning2

You bein' real right now? A fucking bank? We'd get tagged 'fore we even started scrolling.

And all because some rich-ass gonk wants an adrenaline rush?

Planning1

Scrollers're taken care of – got 'em with the last shipment. We just put 'em on, get inside, wave some iron around, and get out.

Padre

Flawless, V – all according to plan.

Glad I can count on you. Contract closed.

Padre

Won't lie, V... I got a shit job for you. Political, meaning. You'll need to grab some dirty docs on Javier Alvarado – advisor to the mayor.

Intel says you'll find them in the office of El Pinche Pollo. Valentino-run joint.

Want more details, scan the attachment.

Johnny

Some things never change. Gonks tick the ballot and think they're actually makin' a choice.

Only ever been one choice in this city – corruption.

Same shit, different assholes. And every time they think "this time'll be different." Well, we get what we fucking deserve.