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 Working for Lone Star wasn't nearly as glamorous as the sims had made it seem. Instead of chasing bad guys and fighting crime lords, Curtis found himself escorting terminated employees from the premises of one of the Star's many client corps. After a few years of depressing, mind numbing work and with no other prospects, Curtis could only see one way out. He took the lift as high as his badge would let him and threw himself out of an open window.

The wind in his hair, the howl in his ears... As he fell, he finally felt free. Then the anti-suicide nets deployed and caught, trapping him back into his old life. Or so he thought. He was put on health leave and soon found out his position had been abolished and his corporate benefits terminated.

But Curtis didn't care. He had tasted freedom, and was determined to taste it again. He would feel the rush again. Without an inevitable death at the bottom this time. Ideally.