[code]???: You were the one who reached out to me. So you either pass the test or you won't get to work with me.

Besides... Net-runner? Don't insult me. Either way, the clock is tickin', demon. Show me if you are worth my time.

—Con el mensaje enviado y visto por la mujer, la pantalla del teléfono de esta sólamente se apagó por unos segundos, sólo para volver a encenderse, sólo que esta vez completamente inútil.

No respondería a botones, comandos de voz ni nada parecido. Era completamente un ladrillo hasta que la batería se acabase, con lo que sólo mostraría una imagen. La firma del escurridizo cibercriminal.—

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Liz: You really must think you're the only net-runner available on earth as for me to tolerate your disrespect towards N-Daddy and myself. I don't play on your terms, "Phantom". You play on mine.

[code]???: It's not in my plans. Consider ir a test if you want me to work with you. I'm not like the mechanical monster that you call a partner. I only work with the best, and of course, if there is anything of benefit in it for me. You have 72 hours. Just know that I'm in your turf, but it already feels like home. Night City... I see the reason behind the name.[/code]

Liz: Wanna die so soon?

???: Ready to try and find me? It will make for a fun time.