"Sure, you could call them 'Bold Transhumanist Pioneers'-if they only tested the limits of human flesh on themselves."
"Unfortunately, they also like to 'experiment' on the poor bastards who fall into their hands. Their 'contributions' are a big reason Night City has so much cyberpsychosis."
The Dance of Death Bar was on the third floor.
The elevator arrived quickly.
But when the doors opened, the bar wasn't on the other side.
Instead, there was a long, dark corridor.
The bar's deafening music was already coming through, though.
Just then, a call suddenly came in.
He glanced at it.
It was Dexter.
"Yo, Mr. Su. How's the job coming along?"
"I'm already at the Vortex Gang's door. About to get your bot for you."
Dexter took a drag on his cigar on the call screen.
Smoke swirled around him.
"Good, good. Just what I'd expect from you, Mr. Su. You work fast."
"Mr. Su, I only called to remind you that I've already settled the payment with my esteemed business partners, the Vortex Gang. Ten thousand, to be exact. A hefty sum."
"So don't let them shake you down when you pick up the goods. They're still the Vortex Gang, after all."
Su Xiao stepped out of the elevator.
He headed toward the deafening music.
The others naturally fell in behind him.
"Dexter, this isn't my first day on the job. I don't need the reminder. Instead of worrying about all that crap, get our payment ready. We might have the bot before you finish that cigar."
"You're confident, Mr. Su. But I like dealing with confident people. I'll be waiting for the good news. Over and out."
"Was that Dexter? What, is he worried about us?" Jack grinned. "That fat bastard sure worries a lot."
V shook her head. "He's