A crisp autumn breeze chills your bones as you were ferried into an armored vehicle.

You've just struck a deal with a man of dubious intent while harboring a plot of your own.

As the AV begins to speed off, following a max-tack transport through

the streets of Santo Domingo, where the living dead seemingly walk, you think about everything that's happened up to this

point.

You saved a fixer friend of yours, Laslow, from the clutches of some corrupt NCPD officers

who had stolen some of your rightfully ill-gotten gains.

After tracking the pigs to a warehouse, you managed to convince one of them, a man named

Leonard Houston to return your money in exchange for holding onto some incriminating footage

of him.

Not long after, you were contacted by another fixer,

higher up on the rung, who goes by Goldilocks.

A job landed in his lap to extract some black chrome out of Night City Medical Center,

along with the sole surviving member of the gig's previous runner,

a nomad named Rode, who had somehow managed to limp his way back into NC airspace

just in time for his trauma team package to pick him up.

Goldilocks considered this a relatively simple trial gig for you all, with the potential

for more work in the future.

After infiltrating NCMC, you managed to Delta with Rode in tow, but the cyberware he

was hiding in his clothes was missing, stolen by former trauma team EMT, Alexander Vargas.

Rode later explained he'd taken the original gig from a fixer called Nixie.

Instead of the minimal security AV they were supposed to hit, they were nearly all killed by men dressed in black,

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