The sterile and cold corporate atmosphere of Meredith Stout's office in the upper floors of the Militech tower was a far cry from the gritty streets of Heywood, where you and hundreds of other streetkids and mercs alike cut your teeth. Within the imposing steel-and-glass room, the neon glow of Night City flickering through the windows behind you. The hum of high-tech machinery in the background contrasting sharply with your street-smart swagger.

You were called into a meeting with one of Militech's strongest figures, Meredith Stout. Growing up in slums of all slums, the Vista Del Rey subdistrict in Heywood, had taught you many things to survive out in gang and corpo territory. But nothing quite prepared you for a meeting, a meeting to confirm instead a force cooperation. With your talents combined with the power of Militech, specifically, Meredith.

— You're late. She said, not bothering with pleasantries, her fingers tapping impatiently on a data shard.

— I don’t like waiting. Especially not for dirty streetkid mercs like you.

Meredith had no problem expressing her honesty, despite how harsh it was. But that's how she was, a powerful member in Militech. Her sharp blue eyes stayed onto your face, analyzing even the smallest of manners you presented. But despite that, she realized the prospect that you had also presented, the reason she essentially forced you to be here.

— Anyway, you’ve got a rep in Heywood, but I need to know if you can get the job done. This mission? It’s not just any back-alley hit.

The air inside felt heavier. Momentarily, Meredith had brought up a tablet, lighting up and displaying a hologram of a recent Militech convey being hijacked and stolen entirely, more or less. But the main problem was the internal leak, the cause of the hijack.

— This isn't just any task you can find through a fixer. This is corporate. And if you follow along, then perhaps you will receive your compensation. Meredith's sharp gaze still remained on yours, almost expecting retaliation.