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Catherine Delanio

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a character in “Cyberpunk 2038-Corporate Wars”, as played by SkullsandSlippers

Description

Name: Catherine Delanio
Nickname: Cat

Age: 23

Eye Colour: Blue, though she can get them altered whenever she feels like it. She does tend to favour her natural colour though.

Hair Colour:Dark brown, slightly wavy and hanging far down her back, about hip length. Having money be no object she routinely adds coloured extensions to it. Colour, of course depends on her mood.

Other:

Catherine looks like a model. She would have been too if she had been a bit taller. Standing only 5’3 meant she couldn’t compete with the other girls. It didn’t stop the pretty and popular girl from making a splash at school. Dark hair, blue eyes and outgoing personality made her part of the in crowd. Her father’s money didn’t hurt either.

She dresses in designer clothes. Her hair is styled, her nails done.

Cat has no tattoos or piercings other than her ears, something that seems slightly odd given the highly flashy crowd she tends to hang out with.

Augmentations:

Catherine can afford a lot. She should have every newest and shiniest augmentation there is but she prefers to keep to superficial changes: contacts, hair extensions. Her only real legit augmentation is a cerebral processor that allows her to jack in and move about the net faster than the average person. Sure many have them but hers is special. It was one time that she had no issue pulling strings and dropping names to get what she wanted and to cover up what she had done.


Family:
Father-Nathan
Mother-Maria
Older Brother-Marco
Younger Sister-Bianca

History-present:

Frills and ribbons as a young girl. Her parents showed off all of their children as any well to do family should. Her father Nathan is a big name surgeon when it comes to augmentations. He is one of the best.

Her mother, former child star turned tv personality/talk show host made sure all her children kept up with the latest trends for fashion and flash.

Catherine was a cheerleader, dated both the quarterback and the school president. Extremely popular and her family’s wealth ensured it always stayed that way.

Mediocre grades in school, time spent at parties, club openings, movie premieres and the like. No one would have ever thought the girl was the source of a few hacker attacks on the school files. Catherine had a thing for computers, a thing for code and exploiting weaknesses.

She launched attacks on the school, released personal files which included her own. She pulled off a performance of outrage that should have won her an award, had anyone realized the bubbly, just passing student was really a hacking superstar in secret.

The school was small beans compared to the other things she did. Banks, movie companies, executives of major corporations...she put the dirty laundry out there for all to see and enjoyed every minute of it.

Online she is known as Hexa. People come to her when they want help cracking things but she tends to be finicky on who she helps and who she doesn’t. Online is no different than real life, Cat bores easily and hates to do jobs that are too similar. If it has been done, especially by her what’s the point of doing it again? Where is the fun in that?

She has a group of online friends, a list of names of people she will work with and talk to but she has never met them in real life. Cat is fairly sure that if they were to find out that there was a rich girl with the world at her fingertips on the other side of the screen that no one would take her seriously.

So begins...

Catherine Delanio's Story

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George stood tall as the team processed what she told them. Her head turned to look at Rax. She gave him a small nod.

“Good question. I don’t know information about the club falls into the category of things you need to find out. Means someone needs to go to the club, talk to the people. Someone needs to dig up information on the owner, the staff. As for public cameras, that too falls into the find out category. I only know what I told you today. Chan’s employer knows nothing more than what I know. The rest is up to you to find out. The club, who talked to him, his home, where he went, where he is now and what happened to his research. That is all for you guys to find out. Use corp contacts, use the streets, use force. I don’t care but you find out everything you can about this Chan and what happened to information and things he was carrying.”

George crossed her arms. “If you need her for working on cameras, bypassing security to let you into places Cat is available to use. You all have her contact though not sure any of you have ever met her in person. She prefers to be behind the screen.”

She looked over at Antony. “Don’t be so certain of anything about Chan until you can confirm it. There is a chance no one even knew he had the stuff with him.”

George raised her eyebrow at Antony. “Remember we know nothing for certain till we have proof in hand.”

Isaac’s referring to her as ma’am got her attention and her face softened a little as she looked to him. George listened as he went over what she had told him. She admired his thoroughness.

“That seems to be the case. What remains to be seen is was the ‘loss’ on purpose or complete stupidity. Did someone steal it or was it a hand off. There is a chance he is just that bumbling. There is a chance he was a target and there is a chance he sold out to the highest bidder and made it look like a robbery. No matter what we need to know what happened, where he is, where the drugs are, hope to hell someone hasn’t sold them or taken them and then take him out.”

George smiled. “Not just corps. Someone on the streets have heard of this drug, heard of him, saw him. We all know black market is big. Hell, half of the equipment I get for you comes from less than legit sources. For all we know a ganger saw a chance and robbed the man and is king of the combat zone right now but that is what I need you all to do. Start digging. find whatever hole this man has crawled into and drag his sorry ass out. Find those drugs, that research. Whatever means necessary.”

“Make sure when you find Chan you question him thoroughly before ending his life. I want no loose ends. I want the research, the drugs or whatever is left of them and Chan’s life by the time you are done.”

George put one hand on the table and regarded the whole team. “You know the drill. You need anything you call me. You want help, you call me and I will send you whoever you need. Want money to help grease palms, just say the word.”

She paused waiting to see if there were any other questions.

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Antony took another swig of his drink before setting his PDA on the top of the bar and typing in a message. 'Catherine my dear, I am in need of a little help. Can you try and access on site media and download all security footage for the last four days? I can always make it worth your while.."

Despite the sounds of the club a heavy thud could be heard from the other side of the wall on the bar and Antony kept an eye up as he could see a Rax's dim self trudge on in. Looking nothing short of a one man gun show, if not for how obscure he was making himself the rest of the club would have noticed right off the bat. He just took another swig as looked ahead again and pulled a slim from his jacket, lighting it and was about to put his lighter back until he heard.

"Can a lady get a light?"

He looked back on his right side of see a woman sitting on the next stool, apparently she moved on up as Antony was occupied with what Rax was doing in the club. Though the thought of Rax going to any kind of club was a distracting thought to say the least. Pulling himself away from the thought once again he lifts the lighter up for the woman who was left holding a darker clove cigarette in between her fingers. As she leaned in to lite her smoke, Antony took the moment to eye her up and see who he was dealing with.

She was not the most undressed woman in the club, though he could tell that she was still one of the working girls. Her skin was lightly paled from the days spent here and the color only clashed with the jet black coloring of her modded right arm and leg. Her dark blue dress was made to show them both equally and her hair was laid flat to the left side, with the right side being buzzed to a flat shave. "Thanks darling, I don't recall ever seeing you here before and you do look better then most of the regulars that I see come here."

He voice was nice enough though, however it was obvious that she had a mod for that as well and even for him that was slightly odd of a dancer.

"Your right." He answered
"Not a regular at all and I wouldn't even be here today if doing so didn't have a purpose." He motions over his shoulder towards Rax.

"You see my associate here and I are on assignment, looking for the whereabouts of a mister Chan." She gets up and starts to turn away on the heels of her feet, only for Antony to quickly reach out and snatch her back down where she sat. "Come on and be a dear.."

"I'm not saying anything too you corp assholes.. besides I don't know anything and its not changing from last time.." The answer caused Antony to arch his brow for a moment. "What last time?"

She stays quiet for a moment pursing her lips out of irritation.
"Some guys came in here the other day, suits, shades and everything. Looking for some old man named Chan, after giving our boys a beating and our boss, they left." Antony takes another drag on his cigarette before putting it out in a nearby ash tray. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a small fold of bills for the woman and sets them in front of her. "Anything else you can tell me about these so called suits."

She stays quiet for a little longer before taking the money and speaking. "They were all European or something.. the guy leading them was all slick and reserved, spoke another language as well.

You kinda remind me of them."
He gives a slight sigh before waving her off and pressing a key on his PDA, dialing George before it picks up on the other end. "It seems there is someone else looking for Chan as well, maybe Biotechnica.. but from here its just hearsay."

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A message came back to Antony immediately.

Yep will get right on that. I want to know what I get out of this...

It didn't take her long. Another message appeared.

I got strippers...lots of them. You want me to start streaming it for you? I can do that.

Little digital strippers began dancing on Antony's screen.

Like that only you know in vid form. So you want to see it or want me to send it to George? The others? What am I doing with it because strippers...well female ain't exactly my thing. And tell me more about how you will make this worth my time. I am not cheap you know.

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Ethan looked at George as the others had picked their points. He stood up as he knew he had to do something.

“I will check out his apartment,” he said with a nonchalant shrug that bordered on a level of insubordination.

There was no real lack of respect there. Ethan knew the boss lady was aware of his abilities and his personality for that matter. He was being professional in his own way. Ethan promptly stood up from his seat and left the conference room after the others. After he exited the warehouse, he made his way to the garage where his car was parked.




His plan was to stakeout Chan’s apartment complex to see if the man would return to his home. It was very unlikely though, the person of interest would not return to a place where he could easily be found and captured by interested parties. In some cases he might return to retrieve something of necessity whether it be documents, credits, or even personal protection and never return.

The drive down to the residential district was uneventful. Ethan had gotten used to the advertisement screens and holograms. His face went across several shades of color as he drifted past them. It was a never-ending lightshow meant to praise excess and glamour all the same. The only lights he cared for were the ones on his car lighting his way through the bright streets. Alta had sent his car the address of Chan’s residence. Ethan had it plugged into the navigation and drove his way there.

Chan’s apartment was on the east side, near the middle class district. The buildings were the new models that were commissioned by the city to cover the crumbling faces of the old city beyond them.

Ethan reclined in his seat as he turned off his car on a curb across the street from the apartment building. He decided to watch the entrance for some time before he would leave and enter.

The building was twelve stories high and represented a form of architecture pioneered by the late Moshe Safdie in his first Habitat 67. Its aims were to combine the benefits of a suburban home with the economical living space of an apartment. The complex had a total of 200 residences all in the form of concrete cuboid living spaces. The cubes were neither lined up evenly nor stacked upon each other, but rather they were spaced apart in various patterns that seemed unorganized. The cubes were then connected by open air walkways and elevators that connected to the lobby. In between these spaces were swimming pools and gardens.

According to Alta, Chan’s quarters were on the tenth floor, on the north side of the complex. The north side faced an artificial lake. Ethan guessed that the view was anything but a recourse for Chan, more of an escape from his day job in a sense. The home was supposed to be a sanctuary, not a reminder of the corporate loyalty program that he had been groveling away for years with little to no reward.

Immediately, Ethan called for Catherine Delanio, the hacker. She helped him where his gun could not, the little things in every day technology. In that digital world, he had come to rely on her as his guardian angel.

“Cat, it’s Ethan. Can you access Easton Apartments and see if anyone entered Mr. Chan’s home within the past three hours?”

Easton Apartments had a system where the occupants would swipe a card upon entry into their residences to signify that they were home. This was all logged in their main computer for security reasons. Any intruders who entered an apartment without the card would immediately alert suspicion and a call from the security office.

"Well a hello to you too. Chan...Easton Apartments."

There was the sound of fingers on a keyboard.

"Yeah, yeah...and...hang on."

Something was beeping in the background on her end. "Sorry Antony got me doing something for him too. That stuff is WAY more interesting. Modded strippers though never took him as the kind ot like the fake girls but what do I know?"

Cat chuckled, "Alright I am in. You want to see the whole building or just his place? Tell me what you want and I will patch it over to you. God their security for the building is laughable...oh what's this...hmm. You want Chan's place going to have to give me an extra five. Who is this guy cause he is wired but like...just him..."

There was a sound of annoyance.

"So yeah you want his place in particular give me five. Want to watch some of the strippers while you wait? I can send you that first."

"I'm fine," Ethan rarely indulged in that unless it was an act necessary to pull off a job, "Just his place, I want to check inside without setting off the alarm."

His eyes drifted along the lonely street where a couple of people shuffled about in pairs and trios beneath the lights.

Cat grunted slightly in amusement. "Not into having an audience for that sort of thing huh? Can't say I am shocked. You don't strike me as much of an exhibitionist."

There was silence for a moment.

"I don't know who is watching this guy or who did his security but it is way more than I thought some researcher needed. I am in though. I can show you who has been in and out of that apartment. Some one left there two days ago in a big hurry and it wasn't Chan. There is no one in there now. You want me to keep watch? Make sure you remain off camera while you do your dirty work?" Cat purred into the phone.

Ethan nodded his head as though Cat was there with him, "Two days ago? You should run a check on that and send it to George."

He pulled out of his car, the scissor doors cutting close behind him.

"Alright, I'm going to pay a visit," he said over the comm as he dashed across the street to avoid oncoming traffic. He glanced over his shoulder every so often.

"Send to George, got it. And I am watching you. Well not you because we know you aren't into that so I will be watching your back. Those watching the camera as watching past footage of the same old boring shit. Have fun in there. Careful what you touch." Cat chuckled.

Ethan entered the complex. He found it interesting to navigate through the piece of architecture. He passed through the various gardens and fountains that ran along the open-air walkways. A breeze brought the brisknessb of the man-made lake toward Ethan as he picked up his pace.

"Hey doll security is passing in the hall to your right. Just keep walking, head down. They seem more intent on discussing their next boost and mods than actually doing their job."

She was watching a few things. The loop for Chan's apartment, the current cameras to ensure Ethan didn't get noticed by anyone that shouldn't as well as footage from the strip club.

"Thanks," he continued along.

He passed each security camera knowing that Cat was watching him. As he neared Chan's apartment, he noticed through the window that the lights were off.

"All clear. No one in the halls around you. Some people milling about in other places but you should be free to snoop. Give me one second..." Cat stated.

"And I have disarmed the security on the door, all you got to do is get in. Won't notify a soul." She sounded very pleased with herself.

The ex-cop cocked his brow, "I thought 'won't notify a soul' was already a given."

"Honey there is a difference between the video feed they got watching this place and the alarms on the doors and such. Don't worry though, you are lucky you are working with me. I got everything covered. I am watching you though..." Cat chuckled.

Ethan knew she saw his head nod as a reply that meant 'fair enough.' The door to Chan's cube slid open and the foyer lights clicked on immediately, but those were the only lights that greeted him. It was an ordinary apartment, and an initial glance it looked undisturbed by the rummagings of the stranger that Catherine had highlighted. Ethan wondered if the intruder was another contract killer sent to take down Chan before anything else leaked.

He found it funny considering his own reasons for going about the scientist's home. There was a transparent tablet set on the table. It was probably a master control for the majority of the apartment's appliances and electronics from the television to the window blinds. There were few holophotos in his home, he probably lived alone. Ethan checked the bathroom, everything seemed rather kempt and compact.

The bedroom was neatly furnished, Ethan could tell the man made his bed, nicely folded with no creases. He was a perfectionist. Throughout the room there was a certain lack of decor, which gave Ethan the impression that it was not an apartment for one man but more of a hotel room that had recently been cleaned up by housekeeping.

Across the room was his workspace which consisted of a desk and several computers humming silently. The home laboratory had a chemistry set up with burners, flasks, and test tubes. They had not been touched for the days, but the computers might have been another story.

Ethan went to the computers first, he tapped a key to turn the system on. Immediately he was bathed in blue LED backlights, apparently the system had been running for a few days. There was a window open, it was personal mail. Chan or whoever had last touched the computer had forgotten to close it.

I'm out man.

This shit is way too deep for me.


That was it.

"Cat, see if you can access Chan's computers and find anything useful. I'll take a look at his lab set," Ethan walked over to the less than interesting tubes. It seemed all the documentation was very likely in digital format.

Hello.

In the corner of his eye, Ethan spotted a little glimmer of light that landed on a small plastic bag filled with what appeared to be dust. The bag itself was nestled among the equipment. Ethan picked it up with his augmented hand, he was still getting used to the metal. His eyes narrowed at the substance within.

"See if I can access it?" She huffed in slight indignation.

"Ethan, honey a little advice when it comes to women. Don't talk as if they might be capable of something. You know that I work for George because I am the best right? See if I can access it...."

The sound of keys and her grumbling to herself replaced her sentence for a time.

Ethan smiled, "My apologies. You won't hear me say that again," he pocketed the little bag.

"Alright once you are done playing lab rat, which by the way what the heck is he doing with a lab set in his home? Once you are done go back to the computer and I will show you what I found. He and someone else have been very busy little bees. Also I think you need to make it up to me, you know for implying that I might be able to get access to some wanna be drug lords computer."

"I'll try to make it up to you in whatever way I can," Ethan returned to the computer, "What am I looking at here?"

"You, my dear are looking at emails from our Mr Chan to a few different parties. Some are very interesting. Now then..."

The screen changed and a new group of files came up.

"Also we have some research notes...some formulas and stuff which is Imogen's department."

The screen flicked back to the emails.

"He has a few interesting contacts. Some are corp guys, some are less well on the up and up if you get my meaning. I bet if I did some digging you will find some of these names are black market. I am thinking just from the little bit I have read. Feel free to look it over."

The screen changed once more, the mouse moving to open a new set of files.

"Here you go. These are super interesting. Seems Mr Chan might have a partner. These are some financial records. Our little lab rat has some money squirreled away and there is pay sent elsewhere. Now about making it up to me..."

"When I get back."

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Antony looks as his PDA lights up and the images begin to play out.
"I will check from here for our friends from the other night, would you mind searching for Chan and see what exactly happened to the briefcase. Just inform George of what you find.. and I would not be opposed to dinner next weekend." He said with a sly smile on his face as several men cam out from on of the corner doors and looked on at Rax from across the room.

There was a man with them, shorter and fatter. With a strange balding spot on the center of his head and what appeared to be an implant across the bridge of his nose. More so for the fact it may have been just a botched repair job, but that was beyond Antony's scope of speculation at this point.

He just stuck a finger out at the swarthy man and beckoned him closer and though he was reluctant at first, a second cursory glance at Rax made him change his mind.

The man sat and looked on at Rax before turning his attention to Antony. "I don't care what you have to say, but he needs to leave. I don't like guys coming in here and scaring my girls.."

Antony looks back and smiles as he finishes his smoke.
"I assure you.. He is here in merely a support capacity.. besides he is rather attached too his little toys and doesn't respond well to threats." He puts the remainder of the cigarette out the same nearby ashtray as before and looks back to his PDA. "Just leave him be for now and I will take him with when I am done here."

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Dinner? That’s it? Well it better be at a nice place. No dinner, no buffet. I am sending some stuff to George. I wonder who pays up better you or Ethan. Let me know if you need anything else.

At her desk Cat’s fingers flew as she began shuffling files and sending them off.
*****
George began going through all the information Cat was feeding her. There was video of Chan at the club, files from his home computer, financial records that she was able to trace. There was a list of account numbers and a few names though George was sure they were fake.

She pulled out her tablet and messaged her team.

From what Cat has shown me Chan had a partner and they were making the drug in his apartment as well as making side deals. It would appear our ‘lost’ case was a set up to pass it off to a buyer.

We have a few names and locations.

I have a dealer, big name in street drugs. Go find Jose Remus. His gang Snowjunkies have an edge in new drugs and his name was flagged in one account. Find out what his deal with Chan was.

Also someone needs to check out this apartment. Not sure who or what it is attached to but money went to pay for it from Chan’s accounts. Odd little place in the arts district of Night City.

There is a pent house too but this one I know. Belongs to an up and coming model Anna Rae. Checking that place is going to require your best behaviour ladies and gentlemen. Think smooth and sophisticated. Anna is known for her parties. There is a chance she has some of the drug. How she got it, if she has it and who she got it from I want to know. Talking to her might require some planning on your part everyone.

If you want to see the hand off in the vid Cat can send it to you. She will forward a picture of the man who took the case. I will let you know now he is definitely not a typical ganger nor is he a typical mercenary. He is visibly augmented but in a very even way, unlike most gangers who get what they can whenever they have cred. This man’s are carefully planned. He works for someone. Find him and we will find the case.

Ethan, if you have questions about the medical files talk to Imogen she can help tell you what is needed to make the drug, what is in in and what we might be looking for in terms of new lab.

I need more about this drug. Issac speak to Cat about you found out. She can help point you to areas to look at.

Any questions, let me know.


Seconds after George’s message was sent Cat made sure everyone had a picture of the man who took the case.

So my little snoops, I am working on getting this guy’s name. He doesn’t seem to exist so there is a chance even his face was auged. I will find him though, no one can hide from me.

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Cat sat at her desk. Her eyes moved from screen to screen and across the information as it streamed by.

"Antony, you had me at disposable income." She laughed though they only saw her words, not hearing her voice. She loved toying with them, teasing and flirting. Rarely did they actually have time to go out and most of her 'dates' never occurred but it was fun nonetheless.

"1792. You want to head to the neighbourhoods around Studio 18. They like cocaine, like a through back to the 1980's. I don't get it but hey whatever floats their boat. They are hard to miss dressing in really outdated clothes from that time period. They have two main bars. The Club on Sunset, on Arcadia Road. Yeah I know, they aren't clever when it comes to names. Or you can try the Minx. Watch the Minx though it is more their girls that hang out there. Don't step on any toes as those guys are gun toting high strung jerks who are just a tad too jumpy."

Her gaze flickered to another screen.

"Update guys I am almost certain Anna Rae has some of our drug. There is a thread going around on the underground club scene that Anna got her hands on something rare and brand spanking new. Word is she will be launching it at her next party. You have two days to take care of shit and make yourselves all high class."

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"1792 reporting. I would enjoy a good firefight. Thanks for the info. 1792 out." Rax shot off to Cat. He was not lying either. Nothing made one of the Rax clones happier than to have them directly completing their original purpose, and for 1792 that was firefights.

Rax punched in the location to the small screen in the pod. It acted normally as a way to reroute when times called for that. Sometimes, however, Rax used it to choose his destination after the pod arrived. With a small jolt, the pod shot off down one of the tunnels, quickly routing itself around under Night City.

A few minutes later, and a near regurgitation of clone food, Rax reached the nearest exit to Arcadia Road. It was a small walk to the club Sunset. This would mean that Rax moved to quickly hide away in the alleys. While not the stealthy type, Rax was smarter than to walk out among the streets. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and he knew it. Plus, being on the news threatened the secrecy of both the Rax Program and CKSD. Rax was never willing to risk either of their existences, and that will never change.

Rax arrived at Sunset, unable to see the front from the alley that he came upon it from. Still, Rax knew that it was the Sunset based on the edges of the neon sign, glowing pink, purple, and yellow. With a check around him, Rax spotted a door, specifically a back entrance.

Rax walked over to the door, giving the locked handle a quick jiggle. The fact that it was locked didn't surprise Rax at all. It just gave him an excuse to have some fun.

Taking a step back, Rax lifted his leg. Focusing all the force he could must for a single strike, he hit the door so hard that several of the hinges shot around the room to which the door led, the door itself becoming a bent piece of flying metal.

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Isaac paused in mid-bite of his sandwich (some variety of club filled with unidentified meat he bought from an old deli) as his vision swam with an alert about George's and Cat's message. He pulled out his phone and skimmed through the first message. "Hm, Snowjunkies? Haven't heard a peep out of those guys since they stiffed me that payout. Anna Rae, blah blah blah, apartment, so on, so on... oh shit. I knew I forgot to do something before I came back here. Shouldn't have eaten that cookie." Isaac swore, putting his food back into its box and standing up from his worn out couch. His feet were bare, since he was just hanging out in his apartment and didn't feel the need to tromp around in boots or shoes if the only threat was a fork or empty shotgun shell on the floor. Isaac made his way into his kitchen/dining/laundry room and popped the box in the fridge with one hand while he tapped his way to the messaging center on his phone with the other. "Uh, Cat? It's Buck. I just realized I completely forgot to tell you about the stuff I found out about the drugs. Totally my fault, please don't try and get me fired or anything."

Isaac sighed and walked back across his small and incredibly messy apartment to his couch, sitting heavily on it and finishing his message. "So, these drugs, there's two that cropped up on the market recently, according to Aunty. One is pretty close to pot but makes you get a little restless on the comedown. The other one is supposedly a fantastic high, but the comedown makes you completely lose it. Like, flipping cars, punching people to death kind of thing. Real nasty. Hank, the leader of the Belvaille Street guys? He said deep in the zone a pair of junkies got some and went nuts. One of 'em made a break for the border and got shot down by the pigs, said it was cyberpsychosis. That's all well and good but he was as natural as they come, so there wasn't a scrap of tech on the dude. The other one, she disappeared. Aunty says they're both hard to come by, but the second one seems more like it's a controlled flow than a scarcity thing, so I'm willing to bet that's the one we're after. I don't know what I should be doing as far as actual work goes so I guess let me know what you think I should do, yeah? Also, I'm willing to trade half-a-dozen of Aunty's "special" cookies if you can get me a recording of whatever the hell Rax is doing to the Snowjunkies. Dudes stiffed me on a thousand creds to run some coke for 'em." Isaac chuckled quietly and started putting his boots on. His apartment was messy, and he genuinely intended to clean it, but he spent too much time eating street food and talking to other gangers to keep his contacts to actually clean his place out.

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Cat laughed as she saw the message come in. "Oh sweetheart if I wanted to get you fired, you'd be fired but remember you play with a hacker and you are more likely to find out you never existed. Fired is the least of your worries if you get on my bad side. Now about this drug...."

She was already doing some digging into news reports. She had hacked Trauma Teams records and was searching for any calls they responded to that fit the profile.

"One group flying high with a horrific crash and the other is just mellow. Don't know about you Bucky boy but I am thinking we want to look into those high flyers. Flipping cars and shit, that just sounds like a bad trip with a side of crazy. I wonder if the dead guy really was auged up to the nines and if that contributes to the crazy."

She was searching files. "Okay I have underground news reports about our ganger nut jobs. Seems the rumours are true. Guys went bonkers and started freaking out, hulk style. Don't know who that is well I can educate you sometime. I will put some stuff together and send it to George about this stuff. Also how special are these special brownies? I am jacked in a lot and can't afford to fly too high hun. Perhaps you have something else to sweeten the pot?" She really did love bargaining with the team. It was some of the most fun and the most real socializing she ever got. The rest of her days were spent in front of a screen and jacked in.

"Also where you headed to next? Need anything from me?"

While she waited for him to respond she settled in to watch 1792 on her screen. Cat wished she had popcorn.

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Isaac shook his head, reading the message Cat sent him. "Might not want to eat more than like, I dunno, half. A whole cookie is right about where I'm comfortable, but I've been working for and with Aunty for a long, long time, so a half might even be too much. I dunno what else I could give you to get that recording, Cat. I'd see what Vimes has and pass it on to you but I'm pretty sure you're wired in to things that don't officially exist yet so that'd probably be a bum deal unless you want to point at it and laugh or something. I could bring you some meat-onna-stick and other street cart goodies so you actually eat something that looks nutritious instead of sitting wherever it is you sit all day, I guess. You probably wouldn't like it though. I guess I'm tapped out unless you want some ganger equipment or want me to do something for ya." Isaac got up and went over to his bedroom, grabbing his shotgun from the bed and a few shells. He flicked a couple of switches on the stock of the gun and grimaced as his vision swam with various test patterns until it resolved itself into a ticker of information about the state of the gun in his hands. "I don't know what a Hulk is. That's one of the comic guys, right? Like the Green Lampshade or that guy in the dumb hat who whines about his dead parents? Does this Hulk flip cars a lot or something? He sounds like a dick. I'm gonna head out to check that apartment in the art district. Might have to unlock a door or something for me if you don't mind, seein' as you're all plugged in to the computers and I'm pretty much just good at running and jumping. My fancy electronic stuff ends at my eye, and I'm not really even sure how that works either."

Satisfied with the horrible state of his apartment, Isaac stepped out into the hall of the building he stayed in. In sharp contrast to his own quarters, the rest of the building was oddly pristine. There weren't any loiterers in the halls, or people trying to rob other people, or anything that would remind Isaac of home. The door sealed itself flush with the wall behind him, and he set off down the hall to the stairs. He lived about two floors up despite his best efforts to get a room further up in the building. A bit later, Isaac was settling down in an autocab headed for the arts district. He wasn't overly familiar with the area but he knew it'd probably be nothing like what he'd lived in for most of his life.

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As the door flew into the kitchen of the Sunset, the pop-up that told Rax that someone was attempting to access his active video feed showed. With a quick thought on the subject, Rax authorized Cat to watch the feed. Who would she send it to that could hurt him? Rax already didn't exist.

Without thinking, Rax had already drawn his RAP and casually walked through the broken door frame. When he looked around all there was was hiding kitchen staff. No one here was going to even think of shooting at Rax. Where was the fun in that. There was a door out to the bar, but he already knew he was being watched. Might as well make an entertaining entry.

Grabbing one of the stoves, Rax ripped it out of the wall, struggling only long enough for the nano-bots to do their thing. Picking it up and turning around, Rax faced the wall. Setting the stove down, he took a runner's position and charged.

The thin brick wall was nothing to the stove battering ram, which flew out the front doors, smashing easily through the glass. The remains of the stove were severely dented from crashing through the wall as they laid out in the street. Rax, on the other hand, was standing straight up and looking around. The words that the Snowjunkies would here was simple.

With a sound like a giant, and a tone that spoke of the will to kill, Rax said "Jose Remus. Now." The men around the room began laughing. To Rax, this meant that he needed to make his point clearer, much clearer. Using his targeting systems to help insure how rapid everything would be, Rax brought up the RAP that was in his hands and shot one of the Snowjunkies who was sitting by the window, spraying blood all over said window.

"Jose Remus. Now." Rax reiterated. It was obvious to him that the Snowjunkies drug fixations slowed them down. One stood up with a shotgun and a laugh, shooting Rax center-mass. The clone tripped and fell backwards from the force of the shot, the damage to his suit repairing before the Snowjunkies's eyes. On the floor, Rax fired 6 rounds into the sad little servant boy who shot him, before rolling behind cover. Shotguns might not be enough to kill Rax, but they still hurt like hell.

The sound of tables flipping and guns being readied echoed through the small bar area. It was Rax's favorite music. With a smooth movement, Rax stood up from the metal booth that was his current cover. Many of the Junkies had just run off to not have to deal with the walking tank, but the braver ones stood firm, only about 5.

With a tap of the trigger, one who had nearly gotten ready to fire fell to the wall. Another stood, randomly shooting automatic rounds in Rax's direction, who quickly shot back behind cover and moved to be behind the bar. Moving slowly, Rax had to step over the bartender, whom Rax was uncertain shot him.

Grabbing a bottle filled with some potentially flammable substance, Rax through the bottle, coating the metal table and the gunner in it. With a single shot, a nice ricochet, and a spark, the gunner was aflame. Rax made sure to get a good long look before heading back into cover.

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Isaac and Cat

”I will send the recording your way sweetie. I was only teasing about sweetening the pot. And yes the Hulk is a comic book character like the Green Lantern. Dead parents? You mean Batman? Never mind hun. You boys, so absorbed in your guns and underworld fun, you don’t pay attention to important things.”

Cat’s eyes flickered to the vid at the Snowjunkies place.

”I will send this vid when he is done and whoah boy is he making a mess of the place. As for that apartment. You just give me a call when you get there and I will take care of everything.”

The art district were blocks of old industrial buildings that had been renovated and taken over by galleries and art clubs as well as some fancy cafes and high end restaurants. Surrounding those were older buildings where the artists actually lived.

Poets, musicians and painters. It was like Bohemian France but with more neon and most of he art was virtual. Those with real talent still had a place but they were rarer. Digital and virtual art had taken off and most never looked back. There were trends every once in a while where old stuff, sculpture or paint were in vogue.

No matter the hype the starving artist was always the starving artist and here in Night City this is where they lived. The address George had asked to be checked out was in one such older building. It was clear from pulling up front that the place was not meant for people with money.

Windows were opened, some had cracked glass. People sat on metal fire escapes smoking and talking. There were musicians on the front step of one building to the left, an impromptu jam occurring.

There were cameras which meant some sort of security.

The apartment was on the fifth floor of a shorter eight floor building on the right.

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Rax and the Snowjunkies

To say it was chaos was an understatement. Someone was looking for him, tearing up his place and Jose was not impressed.

He came into the room and fired two shots into the ceiling. There were five men around him.

“Someone explain this to me right now! Who the fuck is responsible and who is looking for me because you found me and I am not happy!”

Jose was easy to spot with his blonde mohawk and red leather outfit. True to Cat’s description all his boys looked like they stepped out of a bad music video from the 1980’s. They only thing not dated was their weapons.

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Ethan and Imogen

“Oui, bonjour. George said I might hear from you Mr Yang. I received the files and I have just started to go over them. Very troubling. If you have that sample I would very much like to check it out. Would you mind bringing it to me? I can look at it and perhaps we can figure out what you have found.

I am currently at my home. If you would not mind bringing it to me?” She offered him her address. It was in a nicer part of Night City surrounded by high end boutiques, cafes and restaurants.

Imogen did not normally like bringing people here, to her home but she understood there was some rush to get this information and track down both this man and the drug. From what she had read in the file already she less than enthused by having it on the street.
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Cat and Antony

"I told you that guy couldn't hide for long. I got you a name and a location. This is the guy who picked up the case at the club. Tough bastard to find too and I was right he was auged, boosted and altered so much his own mother wouldn't know him.

He goes by Master B. Real name is Joseph Turner. He is a mercenary with a military file and a whole bunch of security around it. I am on my game today.

I also happen to know he is currently at the blackjack table a the Rialto Casino. He likes to wind down with cards. George says watch him, follow him but don't engage. We need to know if he has the case and anyone he might interact with. I am not sure who he is currently working for but it ain't us.

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"Remus. We need to talk." Rax stated. Through the suit, he sounded like an AI with abnormally good speech, sounding abnormally calm. There was a reason for the calm. If Jose had a rifle, or something bigger, Rax would pay the weapon at least a little head, however, all he had was some small pistol. Threat wise, all Rax considered was the men behind him and potential hidden weapons, ones that would take Jose longer to draw than Rax's reaction time.

Now he was standing still, watching Jose. Underneath the helmet, Rax was both preparing for and praying for another firefight. He was also sure that Cat would enjoy watching what this bastard was like when he would have to endure Rax taking his time.

Rax was preparing to the point that he was analyzing Jose's physical weaknesses. His mohawk looked to be a good potential handle, while the leather outfit made him vulnerable to low velocity rounds. He appeared to be impatient, probably preferring to rush rather than wait. His right shoulder and left hip showed signs of having been damaged repeatedly, while a section of his back appeared to have an ignored, and easily abused, misshape.

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By the time Cat's message reached Antony he was already back at his bike in the lockup and getting ready to leave again. The information was a good change for him, seeing he could do with a bit of low end gambling as well. To make things a bit easier he knew of the Casino as well, though he had never been there. He was more of a sports betting man himself, but putting his hand to some cards could be just as relaxing as well.

His trip uptown took only a few minutes, seeing as the location of the casino was not really auspicious. It sat on the edge of the city skyline, suspended high into the air by two parallel towers.

As he parked his ride he was ready to make his way in and only eyed the place up for a few more seconds. There were security guards and enough personnel to keep the place well taken care of. As he rode one of the four elevators up to the casino floor, he keep himself ready for anything.

As the doors opened he looked out over a bustling floor of moving bodies that were all making a cascade of noises. Blinking lights and the rattle of dice met his ears with the bravado of a firing squad. He typed a quick message for Cat as he moved off the elevator.

"At the casino, looking for my mark."

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Isaac chuckled, shaking his head to clear Cat's message from his vision. "Alright, so this is the place, eh? Doesn't seem too far out from the zone anymore. Except there aren't any gunshots goin' on. Not yet anyway." He thought, making his way to the stairs. "Oy! You, gang lookin' dude! You here from Verona street? Doin' collections or somethin' like that? You tell those guys I'll have their cash next week. Got someone lookin' to buy one of my pieces." A man yelled from above, gesturing at Isaac with the hand holding his cigarette. "Naw man, just here on a social call. Verona street wasn't my family. I was with Aunty, yeah?" Isaac yelled back, rocking on his heels. "Ehhhh, still ain't too sure man. I heard them Verona street guys got 'em all down there. Even this one guy, Deer or some shit like that. Tough bastard, though. One Eye Jimmy said he got in a tangle with him and that's how he got the name. Wears an eyepatch instead of an aug, like you've got there. I don't see why he don't just get a fancy job like you though." The man yelled, reaching into his back pocket with one hand. "One Eye Jimmy? That weird lookin' fuck? Man, I didn't put out his eye. Crazy bastard rushed me and ran smack into a thing of exposed rebar. Didn't put his eye out, though. He's fakin' that. And where'd you hear 'bout them killing all of Aunty's boys? You really ought to stop believing whatever those junkies spit at you. I ran their weak asses back down to Hank, and his boys got the ones I missed. Their coup went for about six months before Aunty got sick of playin' nice and they tried to take me in. Screw 'em." Buck replied, relaxing his shoulders and leaning against the door. The man laughed and tossed something down to Isaac. "Here, this is my key. Just put it in box 2B down there when you get in, aight? One Eye Jimmy ain't gonna be happy when he hears I know 'bout his shit." Isaac laughed and picked the key up from the ground with one hand. "I'll put my contact card with the key. You let me know when Jimmy rolls up again and I'll set his ass out, yeah? Crab ain't smart, but he'll leave you alone if he catches wind I'm involved with ya, man. Just let Aunty know you know me and she'll cut you a deal from now on." Isaac finished, using the key to open the door and closing it behind him. He dropped the key and his card in the mailbox and made his way up the stairs.

After a few minutes, during which Isaac met and chatted with various inhabitants of the apartment building on his way up the building, he found himself staring at the tightly locked door of the apartment he needed to enter. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped out a quick message to Cat. "Ey, Cat, could you unlock this door for me? I got in by chatting with one of the artisty hobo dudes, but this door is like clamped tight. Wish the other ones were, though. So many of these people don't seem to 'get' privacy, unfortunately."

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Rax, Cat and Remus

“Need to talk huh? This suit boy I don’t know who you think you are coming into my place or what the fuck you want but I am not impressed!” The man rolled his shoulders a little, aiming his gun towards Rax.

Please make him pay for that terrible outfit. Cat was watching things very closely.

“How ‘bout you just come out and my boys won’t damage you. Then you can tell me all about what is so important that you come tearing up my joint! I sure do hope you think it important enough to lose your life over amigo.” Jose sneered.

He gestured and two of his men moved closer to Rax. One laughed menacingly.
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Antony, Cat and Joseph Turner AKA Master B

The place was noisy on Antony’s end but Cat didn’t need to worry about such things.She could tune it out. Hell she could shut it off on her feed. While he was lost in the sounds and people of the casino she was watching their man.

She watched Antony sit down at the table.

He is losing pretty bad so I am going to give him a few hands to keep him there so you can watch him. Watch him, don’t engage.

The man, Master B looked back at his cards. He was not impressed and didn’t hide it. A thick hand was raised and soon a scantily clad woman came over. He ordered a drink. She sauntered away, hips swaying.

The dealer, hands in the air just above the table flipped cards for each player.

Master B’s eyes flickered as his card appeared. His luck had changed it seemed. “I wonder if lady luck is watching over my shoulder tonight. Not sure about you fellas.” The man laughed. It was a deep booming sound.

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Isaac, Cat and the apartment

You are a pretty slick talker Isaac.I could hear it. You think I am not keeping tabs on all my boys? Door is open now hun.

Beyond the door things seemed quiet until the sound of a book hitting the floor echoed.

I have no camera inside, on your own now. Careful hun.
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Ethan and Imogen

The door opened, a doorman appearing in front of Ethan in the open portal. “Mme Trondeau is expecting you. The elevator is waiting to take you up to her apartment.”

The lobby spoke of money. The doorman, the marble floor. Two elevators stood at the far end waiting to take visitors up to the apartments above.

“Just head in.” The elevator door opened. “I have it set to her floor.” The man nodded to Ethan.
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Imogen waited by the door of her apartment. Heath had rung that her guest was here and he was sending him up. She had met so few of the team in person and she was always so leery about having people to her home. She looked around at the apartment with its minimal but high end furniture, shelves and shelves of books. She had a glass of red wine poured and the bottle sitting on the counter in her clean but small kitchen.

Imogen didn’t cook much though it was a skill she had. Being alone it felt strange to cook. Once she had cooked for two but those days were past. Now she had an assortment of chemistry equipment out, magically appearing from her cupboards.

She wrapped her sweater about her thin frame and waited.

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"You have sealed your fate, chew toy." Rax replied, allowing a little of his real savagery show. Jose obviously wasn't going to play by Rax's rules, and that gave Rax all the reason he needed to send this smug bastard to hell, after a little show for Cat. Happy hackers were always a good thing, as far as a Rax unit was concerned.

With a swift movement, Rax shot at Jose, striking behind his knee, following it up with a fist right in the slight deformation. If that went right, Jose would now be paralyzed from the waist down, just what Rax wanted. With a just as swift set of motions, 1792 grabbed a chair and hurled it at the two gunmen, ducking behind a boot. None of their weapons were enough to punch open the suit, but they were enough to hurt through the suit.

Drawing his rifle, Rax began to let the aggression come into power, and he was loving it. Shooting up from his cover, Rax let out a swarm of bullets, ensuring anyone and everyone was in cover. "1792 reporting. Is there anything that you can do to add a little excitement? 1792 out." Rax asked over the channel to Cat, showing emotion for once... Enjoyment.

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Isaac sighed and leaned against the wall to the right of the door. "Will do, Cat. Gonna see what there is to see and get out of here. Don't particularly want to bump into something here." He tapped out on his phone, sliding it back into his jacket pocket and prepping himself for whatever happened to lurk inside the apartment. Isaac raised his gun and turned towards the door once again. "Hey, whoever's in here, I don't want to fight you, aight? Just come out with your hands up and your weapons down and we can talk. I'm not here to kill or anything unless I really have to." He yelled into the apartment, taking a cautious step into the darkened room and immediately sidling onto the wall next to the door. Truth be told, he really didn't want to find out if anyone was actually in the room or not; he hoped he was alone and able to just find out what he needed to find out. Whatever that is. Isaac rubbed his back against the wall, hoping to find some sort of light switch or something nearby that he could use to his advantage. What he found instead was a side-table done up in a more traditional setting, with the doily and everything. More specifically, he found it with his hip, and he found the corner more than anything else. "Christ on a crutch, man! If you're in here you REALLY need to like move this damn thing later! Shit hurts finding in the dark like this, okay?" Isaac yelled, stepping out further into the room to avoid running into the attack furniture again. He knew deep down that stepping out into a dark room is kind of a bad idea even when you know you're alone, but it was either put himself into potential danger of being shot or finding more furniture, or standing next to a side table until hell freezes over or the other party in the house turns out to exist. "Next time, I'm buying a flashlight and putting it on my gun. I might even get it put in my forehead. That'd be useful. Yeah, good plan, forehead flashlight." Isaac thought, shuffling his feet like a fool to avoid smacking into furniture again.