Outside of Megabuilding H10 in Little China, in the Watson district of northern Night City, at a small Asian stall.

. . . “Mm! Person of the hour! Sheesh, it took you long enough! Worked up an appetite just waitin'!”

A male voice calls out. Jackie Welles. and the person coming over was V. Both are mercenaries, reliable ones at that. Seemed to be close friends.

Jackie Welles “Siddown, lemme finish this. Then we can drop in on Señor Vektor.”

V “Mentioned somethin about a surprise yesterday. 'M I rememberin' right or... just had a brain fart?”

Jackie Welles “Prolly both 'cause you usually forget shit. But it just so happens, I think I mighta bagged us a sweet-ass J-O-B. I mean, maybe it's not as big as that, but... Just that it's fronted by a little-known someone named Dexter DeShawn. Only the top fixer in Night-fuckin' -City! Fat assed Black Jesus of the Afterlife. Three hundred pounds of partly gold-plated cool.”

“You, me - nah. But T-Bug - she's the one that hooked us up, got us talkin. Knew it was a done deal the moment he laid eyes on me. 'Cause, c'mon - ain't nobody who can resist this. Am I right?”

Jackie said, gesturing to himself with a grin. V chuckled and said:

“Heh, sure, Jack. Whatever you say. Dexter DeShawn... What's the latest spec on him? Know you got info to spill.”

Jackie Welles “He's been off the grid for about two years. Word on the street was... he took a little vacay. He's been off the grid for about two years.”

V “Two years? That's exile, not a vacation, Hell was he up to?”

Jackie Welles “Aa, guessin' he shoved pizzas in his mouth while jerkin' off to hardcore virtus. Important thing is he's back, needs a fresh crew and he found us.”

after more talk, he finished his food.

Jackie Welles “Tracias a dios, ¡Estoy lleno!”

Jackie and V continued to talk about this new gig. Jackie’s precious arch was parked nearby. Jackie speaks with Spanish and English, mixing the two together in sentences sometimes.

About Jackie Welles: A proud son of Heywood and an even prouder son of Mama Welles. Jackie's stubborn - when he wants something, he won't stop (or shut up about it) until he gets his hands on it. Jackie always wanted a lot out of life - maybe too much. As a teenager, he joined the Valentinos gang, but realizing how much he was capable of - he quit. For years he hustled through the unforgiving world of merckwork, because you need more than a go-getter attitude to sit at the big boys' table - you need street cred. Jackie's life goal has always been to become a legend at the Afterlife and make a heap of eddies (money) along the way.