Q: How to get V’s contact info.
A: You don’t even need to try.
Heh.
This fool who dares to use XBDs without hesitation and jam any chip into her head in the ga has zero sense of personal information security.
rcer simply ran automated keyword searches on a few websites and imdiately spotted a glaring post.
["I’m V, elite rc from Heywood. Sharp shooter, quick on the job. Contact for hires. Rates vary by difficulty."]
rcer hacked into the forum’s crappy server, got into the backend, and snagged not just the IP address she used to post but all her personal registration details too.
From the profile photo, it was unmistakable. The classic hairstyle and that defiant face. Yep, this V was the sa V from the ga, the protagonist!
And this female V even used the sa character creation data as his streetkid V, right down to the white hair color specially designed to appeal to old-school ani fans like him.
Damn, that face is sothing else.
No wonder he’d spent so much ti painstakingly recreating it from online references when building his character.
But because of this, the idiot basically handed out her personal info for free!
Anyone could get her contact details.
rcer even knew where she lived now and had casually glanced at her rent price.
What can you say? Miss V is seriously down on her luck these days!
Northside Apartnts, the cheapest housing option in the ga.
Truth be told, it’s not even an apartnt; it’s just a long-term rental motel!
rcer piggybacked off so idiot streaming porn online, traced the connection, hacked the motel’s server too, and after pulling up the tenant info, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Poor Miss V is even a week behind on her motel rent.
No wonder in the ga, V eventually decided to leave for Atlanta a few years later, only to fail there and co back...
The V right now is visibly green.
But that’s fine. Getting to raise a legendary V from scratch again in real life? Heh, not bad at all!
rcer shook his head, dialed V’s number, and after just a few rings, an irritated female voice answered.
"Yeah? Which dumbass is calling now? Not buying insurance, not buying products!"
"You’re the famous V, right? Got a job. Interested?"
rcer lowered his voice, stifling a laugh.
The voice on the other end instantly turned polite and accommodating: "Ah, a client? I’ll take it! What’s the job?"
Asking what the job is after already agreeing to take it, anyone can tell you’re desperate.
No wonder a few thousand eddies could talk you into charging through hell and back... But don’t worry, with a good friend like around, no one’s going to lowball you with chump change anymore!
Look how starved for work my V has beco.
"Tomorrow night, 8:30, Afterlife Bar. Be there, V."
After rcer spoke, the breathing on the other end grew heavy: "Afterlife? You an..."
"What? Prefer sowhere more your style? Lizzie’s Bar? The Coyote Cojo?" rcer couldn’t help but throw so sarcastic remarks her way, "Co on, pull yourself together, you’re the V I admire the most! Don’t let down!"
"Ahem, so Afterlife it is, but, uh..." V’s voice suddenly sounded a bit hesitant, "Are you sure you’re looking for ? I an, what kind of job is it exactly? Just so we’re clear, I don’t do any shady stuff, only what a proper rc should do!"
rcer sighed and finally said bluntly, "Stop overthinking it. We’ll talk details when we et. I won’t ask you to do anything beyond your capabilities."
"Alright then, what should I call you?" V asked cautiously, clearly worried the deal might fall through.
"A. Similar to your na. Just say you’re with A when you get there, and security will let you in." rcer had already figured out how to spin this.
After being called a "little brat" by Panam, he wasn’t planning on showing his real face to anyone anyti soon. First impressions matter, if people first t the formidable "A," they wouldn’t underestimate him even after seeing the real person. But if their first glimpse was of his current youthful, handso-boy appearance, changing that perception would be tough.
"Great! A it is, then, see you tomorrow!" Her excitent was unmistakable.
rcer hung up and shook his head. Well, if nothing else, he’d have to find her so work soon, at least to help her cover the rent. Maybe instead of handing that job to Rogue, he could let V give it a shot? Thinking about it, she’d definitely charge less than Rogue, and cutting out the middleman wasn’t a bad idea either.
—--
By then, a few replies had co in for the emails he’d sent out. These fixers were efficient, or maybe it was just that not many dared to ssage them so boldly.
[Wakako Okada: I’m not in the habit of doing business with strangers, especially those who show up uninvited and unknown to . My office is behind the pachinko parlor in Kabuki. If you’re willing to send soone to talk in person, I might consider giving you so work.]
[El Capitán: Hmm, sounds like soone with skills. I could use a new vehicle hijack software. My requirents: fast unlocking, quick vehicle ID verification, and ideally so mobile hijacking features, like being able to take over soone’s vehicle system on the move, boot the owner out, and drive off. If you can deliver, paynt depends on quality. Send the product via email, and I’ll have an expert evaluate it.]
[Mr. Hands: Oh? I do have jobs that require a netrunner. But I never work with people I don’t know, Mr. A. I’ll find you, and we can discuss work then.]
As for the others, they hadn’t replied at all, probably dismissing him as so overconfident rookie and too busy to bother.
The first two were easy to handle, get V sorted and send her to et Wakako, then write a program for El Capitán. But this Mr. Hands... backed by a Cuban cri syndicate and daring enough to compete with Colonel Hansen for business, he was a different story. With such a sharp retort, the other party even tried to turn the tables and dox rcer, though the tone was arrogant, rcer genuinely wanted to see what this person was capable of.
So, he imdiately replied with separate ssages.
[A: Ms. Wakako, I will send soone to et with you as soon as possible.]
[A: Send all the vehicle systems you need cracked, the original versions will do.
Universal unlock software, no updates included: 10,000 eddies.
Vehicle ID verification bypass: 50,000 eddies.
This part doesn’t include updates, but I guarantee Quickhacks that won’t trigger alarms for any vehicle software within the system version you provide.
Remote hijacking software: 100,000 eddies (foolproof version), brute-force crack, ignores system defenses.
Permanently effective unless corporations patch the vulnerabilities and deploy counterasures.
Delivery within three days after I receive the materials.]
[A: Mr. Hands, backed by Cuba, let’s be honest, if I wanted to, you’d never find .
Whether you go to Dogtown’s sliders or seek experts in Cuba, the result will be the sa.
I ca to Night City with no intention of leaving. Sooner or later, this city will know my na.
So if you want to cooperate, save the useless tactics. Na a target, I get it done, you pay. Simple as that.
If I were to connect with Colonel Hansen, I imagine that would be very bad news for you, Mr. Hands.
By the way, I’ve seriously considered making Dogtown my base of operations. If you’re sincere, Mr. Hands, why not start us off on the right foot?]
—--
After sending the ssages, rcer stopped replying for the ti being. He’d spent the whole afternoon handling all this on his computer, and honestly, it left him feeling a bit frustrated.
If he had an ice tub or a netrunner station for deep diving, he could have finished all this in under half an hour in Cyberspace.
Using a computer or connecting directly via neural link required converting brainwaves into data for upload, then translating network data back for reception. The round-trip delay was high, not to ntion the lack of intuitiveness.
For targets close by, it was manageable.
But operating across Night City’s entire network through a computer connection ant even higher latency and greater computational demands.
In a deep dive, his consciousness beca the data itself in the Net, and what he saw were highly intuitive models built from data.
No matter how abstract or strange it might look to an outsider, to a netrunner, everything in Cyberspace was an intuitive data structure.
Plus, deep diving allowed for accelerated thinking, moving through the Net, getting up close to data entities, and performing zero-latency viewing and hacking.
Not to ntion the supporting cooling systems and computational boosts that further unlocked a netrunner’s ntal capabilities.
It looks like I need to prioritize getting a cyberdeck or a station, rcer decided.
He used to cruise the web using Arasaka’s servers. Lately, it felt like running a weighted marathon through the network, exhausting.
The lack of server computational support was annoying too; this laptop’s CPU felt like it was on the verge of overheating at any mont.
But if the CPU wasn’t smoking, his head would be. Sigh, the early stages of starting out were always troubleso.
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Ty SnowRose for the images you share.
Bonus Chapter @1300 power stones.
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