Damn, I've been waiting for the return to NC.
Proof that you can be an über-badass street Samurai and still not be above potty humor.
This wasn't a Biotechnica assassination attempt?
Darryl Corban was having a great morning. He managed to get his predecessors position permanently, he had a hefty new bonus for some recent activities and even his mistress was in a great mood. So he was surprised when the drywall next to his 25 cm thick titanium alloy reinforced steel door crumbled and a pissed off, blood drenched teenage girl stepped through the hole. Darryl was quickly running through a few scenarios. No, she wasn't a spurned lover, she was too old to be his illegitimate daughter and a quick attempt at sending some shutdown codes proved that she wasn't a bio-borg soldier run amok.
"Darryl, you prick!" The deranged girl yelled. "I've been back to Night City for weeks and haven't even heard from you!"
That put the jilted lover back on the table. "Err... I don't believe that we've met?" He added, unsure of himself. 'Damn, why isn't security coming already?'
"And now you pretend you don't even remember me!" She cried dramatically. "Do I mean so little to you? No assassination attempt? After everything I've done?"
Now he recognized her. "Err... sorry? Promise I'll send a Black Ops team after you."
"You're just saying that." Taylor Hebert pouted.
"No, no!" Daryll protested. "Honest, but with everything it slipped my mind."
"Promise!"
"Yes, I promise. I mean I already covertly ordered my security team to ambush you as you leave the building. Y'know, just for warmups."
"Oh, don't bother with them. My super-awesome kawaii body double already turned them into Buck-a-slice pizza toppings."