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There I was, finishing the last sip of the drink the edgerunner had so kindly bought me, when shit hit the fan. Good God it was the Reds! They'd finally invaded! Eyes wide at the sight of the screaming shooters mowing down the Mox guards, and scrambled over the counter top and fell behind the...

The bartender slid me the Quinceañera and I chuckled, remembering the last time I'd been to one of those, playing some old Santana tunes for a Valentino choom of mine's niece. I took the first sip expecting something with as much edge as the 15 year old girls it was named after, but what I found...

I let the burn of the drink run back slowly down my esophagus. Felt like it was time for a synthroat and maybe a pair of synlungs. The energy of Night City rarely let the body have a break from the aggressive lifestyle, a whole culture of malnourished, over-chromed cyberpunks running with the...

My fingers flicked across the strings of the guitar as smoothly as the synthetic whiskey flowed through my blood. An old school tune for a new crowd, a downright groove to ease to the troubled souls of night city, an ode to our gracious host who I prayed wouldn't chew me out after my set for all...

Name: Newton Quesada Alias/Handle: Newt Age: 45 Ethnicity: Mexican-American Birthplace: Los Angeles, South California Appearance: Newt stands 6'2", a once lanky man out of shape from years of drug abuse and netrunning chairs. He keeps his physical augmentation austere, aside from obvious optical...