The party is a real feast for the eyes - the elite of Night City gathered together in a magnificent penthouse on top of the building in the City Center. While the guests were enjoying the lavish buffet, Aguilar was standing in a dark corner, cigar hanging off her mouth. Her reputation preceded her. Her presence like a breeze of impending death. Her whole aura seemed like that of a shark watching its prey from the depths. People at the party were having a good time, too relaxed, too comfortable in this crowd. That was a mistake. Tonight, one of them would end up as a body in a bag.

Her cyberoptics scanned the faces of everyone present, looking for something - her next target. She was very patient. It would happen when it happenes. She would wait for the right opportunity.