Re: Rewards (2 cents-worth)
It is a week like that.
Threw together a few friends/contacts of Martin's:
Iris Botha, Orbital Air executive protection specialist. Martin's one-time savior and ongoing mentor in the biz. Humorless and metronome-precise when working; dabbles in her partner's florist shop and goes rock climbing on her own time. Tall, thin, shaven-headed, West African ancestry, titanium chrome cyberhand with a built-in subgun, prefers in corp-approved spacer-derived style.
ChrisAlice (written that way but pronounced "chrysalis"), prefers the street title of "brain-ripperdoc" to the earned title of "psychotherapist." Former Biotechnica researcher now freelancing for reasons unspecified but probably involving unpleasant truths told in executive company. Martin's source for both cyber adaptation therapy and acquired tastes for expensive liquors. Gender-nonconforming, rarely goes a month without at least a minor cosmetic surgical alteration, fond of butterfly motifs for both attire and office decor.
Brother Roland of the Holy Order of the Perpetual Railgun, retired solo turned self-proclaimed gundamentalist preacher. The sheer insanity of his fictional syncretic religion gets casual offenders to leave him along, which is what he prefers - it diverts attention from his actual serious and lucrative biz of crafting custom modern firearms and restoring antiques. Public persona involves monastic robes, crossed bandoliers, a techhair beard threaded with smoking slowmatch, and a maniacal gleam and cackle. Very few people have connected this fanatic with the greying, slightly threadbare guy in the grey suit who drinks and swaps war stories with the other vets at Vernon's on Saturday nights.
Cheval Noir (born Casey Rutherford), music shop worker, guitar teacher, occasional rockerboy, half-hearted news stringer covering the club scene, and former frontman of Night City's third-best Samurai cover band. Martin's best friend from their teenage years, frequent instigator of minor delinquency, now somewhat more stable after having found a parallel path to something resembling financial solvency. Used to be good at starting fights, is still hopelessly inept at winning them. Wears classic Gibson Battlegear and other retro edgerunner style.
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