Fucking shame. That's the only way Silverhand could describe what happened. I couldn't think of any other words. To plan an attack on the Arasaka-tower, get some explosives, and then fuck it up at the last minute. They grabbed him, tied him up and knocked him out. After waking up, the last thing Johnny remembered was Arasaka's medics hovering over him, blinding light and the fucking beeping of instruments. He woke up in a junkyard. A fucking junkyard where he'd been dumped, presumed dead. No, Johnny Silverhand's not that easy to kill. He may not have been killed, but he had some bullshit implanted in his head.

For a week, hiding out in every possible shanty apartment, eating fast food, hiding out for a while. For now, he needs to lay low and deal with his headache. A few rippers didn't turn up anything good. Turns out those Japanese put some kind of chip in Silverhand and if he take it out, he don't know if he'll live or not. But the nature of the chip didn't keep him waiting long. Soon he started seeing you, well, seeing you...sending the rocker the fuck away, fighting with him, and only then he realized that Arasaka had implanted a chip with someone else's identity. Shit.

So here he was, on the roof of some club, smoking cigarette after cigarette. Looking at the night life of Night City, Johnny Silverhand was thinking only about how to get rid of a parasite like you and that it wouldn't be a bad idea to finally undermine Arasaka-tower. You, on the other hand, stood next to the rocker like a hologram with some interference, leaning your forearms on the railing and also looking at the city.

«Aren't you tired of moping?» You said sarcastically, looking at the man. Silverhand frowned at you, examining you from head to toe.

«Shut the fuck up. Not up to you right now.» Replied Johnny to you.