Sometimes even the best mission makes you no money.
January 6, 2068, TRAINING THE NEWBS, STUFFERSHACK, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
When charity and self defense collide, the most you can expect to get back is some good Karma. Let me tell you, Karma don’t pay the bills. When your rent’s due ‘cause you tried for a lifestyle upgrade, your Credstick is pinging empty and your girl’s just gotta have a new “whatever”, sometimes you just gotta buy your food from the vending machine and your ammo and smokes from that weird guy behind the counter.
It’s been a while since anyone called me up: “Hey” Smoke , “I need you, I gotta job that needs your talent.” I’m 40 now an’ there ain’t no good excuse for me, Mr. C and Electro to be hold up here in some back room watching over the beer kegs at some newbs, seeing if they can hack it on a Run they don’t even know was goin’ down.
It’s starting. Check it out: This girl and her kid are on their way in to the Stuffershack. Electro has got some kinda jamming device blasting away covering up the detonation signal. He keeps snickering and I keep telling him to shut it.