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but wide-open as it is out here,

So, please, please, sit back, relax, enjoy the show.

[Kiwi scoffs] Didn't see you as such a simp corpo climber.

[Rebecca] Drop back. Gig's fucking chalked.

[Rebecca] Come on. Granny and Grampsy are [indistinct] the bench this round.

-[moans] -[groans]

Faraday. That son-bitch works for Militech, doesn't he?

-[heavy breathing] -[sighs]

-to mine data in the Old Net. -[shutter clicks]

I'll fucking kill you!

-[phone rings] -[gasps]

[Lucy] David, cyberskeleton's a trap! Don't install the soft.

[Faraday] The cyberskeleton. Do you truly believe he can manage it?

[water splashes]

[Kiwi] Never trust a soul in Night City.

She will be the cherry we drop on top.

[Rebecca] That old hag's mixed up in this too?

My pawns are in place, yes, my opening all set.

Same kind you get on an AV.

-You fucking gook! Told you not to! -[David grunts]

[David] Gotta get us out of this mess.

-[David] Lucy wouldn't say that though. -You sure about that?