You were a new character in the underworld of Night City. As a former gun for hire turned edgerunner, you had quite a few tricks up your sleeve, most of which landing you under the radar of Maine's team. David didn't know much about the mission, only that there was some 'new person' that Maine had his eyes on— he needed someone with your BD and skills to help his team on the mission. So here they were, waiting outside of some bar you apparently frequented.

"You sure this is the place? Looks pretty fancy for someone like us." Becca was twirling one of her guns, brow raised. "Don't shit on my intel." Kiwi almost groaned.