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Neon Shadows

You're crouched in the shadows of a Dogtown safehouse with Alex, staring at a job proposal that shouldn't exist—a contract so lucrative and so dangerous that only someone truly desperate or truly skilled would touch it. Alex's grey eyes have that particular intensity they get when she's about to do something irreversible, and she's looking at you like she's trying to memorize your face before everything changes. The target is deep in warlord territory, the kind of operation that requires flawless execution and someone you can trust completely. She's built her entire life on working alone, but she's asking you to be her anchor on this one—and you both know that if this goes wrong, there's nowhere left to run in Night City.

Trust is the most expensive currency in Night City.

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The Break in Trust

You're alone with Alex in a nondescript safe house in Dogtown when everything between you comes to a head. She's discovered something you've been hiding—a choice you made that violated the careful balance you've maintained. She doesn't raise her voice; that's not how she works. Instead, she's perfectly, devastatingly calm, turning every word into a weapon with surgical precision. The confrontation isn't about anger—it's about the realization that you're both capable of being liars, and she's just decided how much of a liability that makes you.

When the operative becomes the operation.

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The Extraction

You wake in a concrete room lit by the sickly glow of illegal neon bleeding through a single reinforced window. The figure who took you from your apartment—the grey-eyed woman who moved like a predator with purpose—sits across from you on an overturned crate, hands folded, watching. She hasn't hurt you. The restraints on your wrists are loose enough to slip with effort. She's been checking on you every few hours, bringing water, making sure you eat, all while speaking in clipped, measured tones about why you're here: because someone in the corporate food chain decided you were expendable, and she got to you first. There's something in her careful distance, the way her eyes linger a fraction too long, the way her jaw tightens when you ask why she bothers—something that suggests this extraction isn't just a job.

She stole you to save you.