Precaria's Chosen: The Hunt For The Hellspawn Pathogen

Monaco in Europe. The year is 2044: Society has invested more into their denial then into solving problems. The cracks in the facade have become breaches large enough to allow hostile factions to bring in entire commandos without meeting any noteworthy resistance. The nights are deadly, and your doom may come from a multitude of sources. Drugs, diseases, pollution, psychotic reaction to cybernetical implants, crime, competition, good old revenge... The list is long, yet your time is limited. You are a chosen of Sethepia, an Egyptian corporate rising star and sex-symbol, at her very least. The last two years, she had your back on whatever you needed. Tonight, you intent to repay the favor! Among her fiercest competition, the sort only in it for the foul play, is a Satanic group of hedonist, narcissist, militant retards, who consider their collective disregard for consequences a promotion by the Devil. It is not, and those drug-crazed nutjobs must be stopped, as the entire occult BS only hides another gang of sprawl-psychos! Sethepia's mercenaries are on the hunt, snipers in silent helicopters, strike-teams on the ground, defensive security at every building she owns quadrupled. You, preferably in lone wolf mode, decided to join in on the hunt, loot whatever you can, and possibly kick some Satanist butt. If you can survive a night of bloodshed in a decaying metroplex, that is.