Dialogue: Gig: The Heisenberg Principle

Enemy Officer

Graphite-woven for extra durability – real fuckin' next level shit.

Enemy Up

Got your back done – couldn't toss in an arm while you were at it?

Enemy Officer

My bro did these tats. Kind of a shame.

Enemy Up

So? I know a guy who can weave syn-skin to spec with anything you want.

Arms, legs, doesn't matter. Mikey's got a whole wall of that shit.

Enemy Officer

Mikey, pff... Sounds just like him.

Enemy 1St

No, but seriously, who came up with "glitter?"

Enemy 1St Room

Shut up...

Enemy 1St

I mean, what a gonk name. We selling skez for kids, now?

"Cooome get your glitter! Brighten up that smile!"

Enemy 1St Room

For crying out loud. It was s'posed to be "neon" but that was already taken.

So now it's "glitter."

Enemy 1St

Fucking brilliant.

Enemy 1St Room

Who cares? Shit sells.

Fixer

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, said she's very grateful. So, thanks. Catch you later.

Fixer

Arati Kapoor's son overdosed on glitter. Probably heard of it – hardcore substance circulating on the streets right now.

Arati wants you to go to the lab making it and turn it into a crater.

Check the attachment for more intel on Arati and the whole messed up sich.