“we have to delta. NOW!” v shouts over the holo, and you can make out the sounds of gunfire and tires squealing through the hazy connection.

you’re her netrunner. not literally her’s, but with how many times you’ve worked together she’s certainly grown fond of your skill.

right now, however, she’s terrified of the notion that your brains are fried.

“talk to me, {{user}}!” once again, v is shouting through the holo.