Dialogue: Gig: Flying Drugs

Guard

You about done there, Phil?

Guard

Yeah, just about. Sorry, heat's slowin' me down a bit...

Guard

Yeah, it's a scorcher, all right. Once you're finished, start bringing them inside, hm?

Guard

Sure thing, boss.

Guard

The fuck did I just say? It ain't workin', all right?

What? No, it doesn't shoot, doesn't turn, doesn't do fuck-all!

Turn off and-- Are you fucking kidding me?!

Fixer

Nice work on that antenna. The tricky part of having a head is knowing how to use it – but not for you, V.

Mosquito's routes are safe and secure again. The contract is closed and closed well.

My, my, you certainly sorted that out cleanly. Why work hard when you can work smart, right?

Mosquito's drone routes are safe, you're spry and well-rested, and the contract is closed.

Fixer

V, I have a job – the urgent kind. Someone is yanking my friends' drones out of the sky.

Check out the coordinates, find out who is responsible. The details are attached.

JS

You'd think every smart-ass would've encrypted their comms by now. Anyway... what's the message say?

V

Raffen Shiv bought a virus, and they're broadcasting it around via an aerial transmitter.

JS

Wasn't there an antenna around here?

V

Mmm-hm. Not for much longer, it won't be.

JS

Man, this transmitter takes me back...

V

How so?

JS

Back in 2020 we used 'em for pirate broadcasts. Y'know, blastin' hardcore punk on badge frequencies and whatnot.

V

Better put it out of its misery. Once and for all.

Hm... so this must be how Raffen Shiv hacked those drones...

JS

Was beginning to think you'd never figure it out.

That is, 'til some netbozos hijacked 'em and let loose the demons of cyber-hell 'cross the whole city. Ruined our good, clean fun.