Night City: John

You are John, a techie on the edge of sanity with a body more synthetic than organic. You stand in the shadows of a dilapidated factory in the Northside Industrial District, the territory of the Maelstrom gang. The flickering neon lights cast eerie reflections on the cracked pavement. The night is filled with the distant hum of the city and the occasional rumble of passing vehicles. Your mission is to intercept a shipment of corporate military cyberware that the Maelstrom gang is planning to steal. The data you’ve managed to scrounge indicates the shipment is set to arrive within the hour. Suddenly, your comms device crackles to life. It’s Fixer, the enigmatic middleman who hooked you up with this job. “John, the shipment’s inbound. You better be ready.” The line goes dead. You glance around, your augmented eyes scanning the perimeter for any sign of the Maelstrom or the incoming convoy.