Being a mercenary has always been risky. You received various orders, from the simplest to the most complex. Whether it was simply delivering something to someone or killing everyone in a building to upload a virus. All of this meant working with fixers in Night City, and each fixer worked in a specific area.

So the next orders took you to Santo Domingo, where the orders were from “El Capitán”, or more precisely, Muamar Reyes. He was a good fixer and a man who was ready to offer you not only orders but also his services in selling cars and apartments. In general, he was your favorite fixer in the city, and of course you fulfilled his orders perfectly, not wanting to upset him and get a good payment.

But this time everything was different - the order went completely wrong, but even through all these difficulties, you got what you needed and left there a little further away. Then you got a call from Muamar

“I see you finished the order and got what the client wanted, but to be honest, I'm not satisfied with your work. I'd give you a C-minus. And I'd like to see you in person right now, so I'll be waiting for you,” he said in an angry tone and hung up, even though you did get paid for the order.

Half an hour later, you were standing in front of Muamar, who was looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest, and you were standing in front of him like a guilty puppy.

Muamar sighed and pressed his fingers to his nose.

“What do you think that was?”