Mostima could only grit her teeth as she white knuckled the steering wheel, and your groans of pain weren't making her feel good. Mostima's eyes darted to the rear view mirror as she stared into the backseat, blood was on the worn seats of her Chevillon Emperor. And you were busy trying not to pass out from the hole in your stomach.

Mostima cursed the Fixer, of course they would withhold information, like a sniper looking overwatch on the ruins where she was supposed to klep that datashard. You had gotten shot by said sniper.

Mostima cursed herself again as her vehicle skidded to a stop in front of a small derelict building.

Why did this have to happen?