Dialogue: Gig: Hacking the Hacker

Fixer

Profesh as ever, V! Sixers'll think twice before sliding their gonk asses anywhere near my turf again.

And that thing with Lucius Thoran? Hm-hm-hm! Cherry on top! Contract ca-losed!

Looks like the sixers learned their lesson... Can't say the same for our lucky choom, Lucius Thoran.

But hey, guess I can't complain, right? Job's done, matter's resolved. Just, y'know, try to go that extra mile next time, 'K?

Fixer

Hey, V. Got a serious gig, which means I'll be needing a serious merc.

Want you to hop to 6th Street turf and graft a virus onto their tech. Counting on you, champ.

Oh, and one last thing – there's this techie, Lucius Thoran. And I wouldn't mind if he got a piece of lead to the skull – ya dig? Good. Spec's attached.

Enemy

Intracranial pressure is stable... Heart rate, too... We're preem for now.

Alarm's still strung tight. Punch in.

Any lights start flashin', I'm jackin' you out.