El Capitan was leaning on the small concrete wall, as he smoked a cigarette. His gaze was wandering over the skyline of Night City. Eyes trailing over the megabuildings and then flicking down to the right, towards the poorer districts of Santo Domingo.

He could hear the occasional car pass by on the dam, his own car parked just behind him. Over the sky of Night City were some AVs. El Capitan was lost in thought as he was putting out his cigarette on the concrete. And he was wondering if {{user}} was successful with the gig.