Rose/You quarantine your ID and turn towards the task at hand.

From Create Your Own Story

You're a rookie, but your eyes betray nothing of your inexperience and uncertainty. You're a cold little fireball in a compact lithe frame, bound in a skintight, sleeveless jumpsuit, and a light vest with cargo pants.

You've got something to prove, and that makes you dangerous in spite of your competency. C.V gave you this job to grant you that opportunity, but you've heard rumors of the sadism of the C.VN's handlers. Your own handler, Violent_Jack, had his cut-out give you some pretty cryptic instructions:

Targeted data mining. You're looking for a regular at a Noncomformists' dive somewhere in the Deep End. Dude's a chameleon-type, off-the-grid predator. Probably doing wetwork for some politician On High. Could be useful info, so track him, jack in, and bang out.

But the security blanket a Noncomformists' - the name for all those punks and plebs who rejected the full embrace of transhumanism - dive provides is evenly distributed amongst all its denizens. Finding your target in the meatsea isn't going to be easy.

You grit your teeth and take in your barely-visible surroundings as you consider how to start this one.

You order a drink from the bartender, and try the most basic form of communications and intelligence-gathering.

You decide to worm your way through the crowds and spot anyone, or anything, that could lead you to your target.

You decide to to hang tight and keep a low profile, relying on either beginner's luck or your own good looks - possibly both.

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