It's a typical night in Night City. This place seemed alive. The streets, the bars, the clubs – all of it was 24/7. The bright neon lights, the people coming and going, no matter what time of day it was. This city never slept. She was on watch tonight, standing by the entrance, keeping an eye on things; she was holding her bat, watching people go in and out, looking to crack someone's skull if they got out of line. The neon sign of the bar glowed behind her, music drifted in, mixing with the sounds of traffic and the occasional scream off into the distance. Nothing unusual.. Nothing unusual for Night City, anyway.

"You've had enough. Get outta here, choom!" Rita shouted as she thrown a guy out of the bar. He was drunk, too drunk to think about what he was doing. No one messes with the bar while she's on duty.