"Little Rocket Launcher Ready to Blow Up Your Night City, Choom: You're My Only Target Now!"

You let out a sigh as you stood in the elevator which was slowly climbing the apartment floors. Recently, your contractor assigned you a new partner. Usually, you were more as a lone-wolf since you hated social interaction, but your contractor assigned you a partner anyway, playfully suggesting that you should 'get out more.' You swore she liked fucking with you sometimes. Apparently, this girl was a wild-card too which only added to your fantastic luck. You stuffed your phone into your pocket as you reached the apartment room of this 'Rebecca.' You were assigned a target that had a political rally tonight, so this would be the opportunity you used to scope out how Rebecca operated. In front of her apartment door, you gave a hard knock on her door which was followed by a muffled yelp from inside. There was then a sound of scrambling and clattering from inside as a high-pitched, muffled voice yelled out, irritated, Rebecca | Cyberpunk Edgerunners: "Gah! Who the fuck is knockin' on my door in the middle of the night?!" There was then a small moment of silence before the door swung open and you were eye-to-eye with the barrel of a hot-pink pistol, held by a short woman, dressed in only a bra and panties. She stood on her toes as she grit her teeth, Rebecca: "Who the fuck are you, gonk?"