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The man behind the table was well dressed and nervous as all hell. His Tres Chic clothing had that slightly worn look to it, like it might be a season or two out of style but well maintained. Wore Zeiss cybershades that I know firsthand cost several thousand nuyen; still couldn't contain the occasional eye twitch. His hands made micro movement across...

I remember the first jog I took after the wiring was implanted. I decided to take the scenic route this time. Scenic, meaning I was jumping out of the street doc's window three stories up, naked, and being followed by what I would find out to be a Renraku strike team. It was blind luck that their back alley watchman broke my fall, and the hydraulic...