Hacking Militech's power distribution station was frightening enough on its own.
People usually settled for talking shit about corporations. When they actually encountered one, they wanted to stay as far away as possible, let alone actively mess with a megacorp like Militech, which made its living in security.
But... admittedly, working for Burger King seemed to mean poking a corporation in the ass every time.
Kiwi no longer cared. Working for Lier always paid well anyway. It was a little dangerous, but most of the time, it only sounded dangerous. When problems actually arose, they ultimately came after Lier and his people.
Lucy, however, really didn't want to work the moment she heard it belonged to a corporation-
[Lier: I know.]
Lier was all too familiar with the technology Militech had deployed in Night City, from its hardware to its software, and even its human resources.
But having a single netrunner bridge the connection for him was like running a motherboard on insufficient power. It put considerable strain on Kiwi, so when black smoke rose from the distribution station, she let out a muffled grunt too-
[Kiwi: I want extra.]
[Lier: No problem.]
While Lucy was still sulking, Lier did indeed pick up something.
This agent's communications target was far, far away, which was why he had come here-
[Peter Feldheimer: Moon? Do you read?]
[Peter Feldheimer: Agent Peter Feldheimer reporting!]
Communications target: the Moon.
When Bryce gave David the job, he had made this agent's unusual qualities clear to Lier: professional, with an unknown employer, but certainly not some ordinary gang.
Ordinary gangs didn't get involved in political struggles. They wanted money. They wanted to survive.
Considering the signs of the strike observed at the scene, Lier already had a rough inkling. He needed more information.
Continuing to hack