Jack decides to take a more subtle approach. Instead of destroying the tracking program, he isolates the data stream sending his location...
C1El also takes control of one of the pleasure bots, and decides to aid AR1EL in her endeavour.
Jack nods in respect to his opponent, before he sends a massive burst of data to her device, simply trying to damage her hardware by overwhelming...
"Sorry for the intrusion. I won't be here for too long." Jack spams the enemy netrunner, burying her under thousands of ads for dick growth pills...
(I'm not really sure how he'd do that) Jack goes to hack into the medical records for hospital or morgue admissions, looking for anyone matching...
"It would, but I have things to do." He chuckles as he takes, analyses for tampering or viruses, and then installs the rig. "See ya, Liv." Jack...
"Fine." He puts down the right amount of credits on the counter.
"You just said I was becoming your favourite customer. You can't do me a solid this time?" He gives her puppy dog eyes.
"The same price as before, sans the sex. It's been a bit of a tiring day." He sighs.
Jack moves over to her. "Hey, Liv. It wouldn't be possible for me to get another rig from you before you close, would it?"
C1EL pipes in. Allow the humans to access the videos. Disable long range communications, and make the disruption look like a mechanical failure...
He goes to the same place he did last time.
C1EL assumes direct control of three of the assault droids, sending them over to the Lieutenant's location.
@Auraicide "Well... I think that's it for the recording. I'm gonna head off to the hospital. Love you, mom." He kisses Taylor's cheek, before...
C1EL elects to begin slowly sending alcohol vapor into the room through the air ducts. In the meantime, she does a diagnostic, looking to see if...
"Pathetic mammal, unable to control its own urges... Perhaps immersion therapy will suffice to show this wayward human the error of its ways. If...
Jack's fist tightens in anger at the fact that people are trying to frame his mother, and slander her by suggesting she'd kiss a criminal, but he...
Jack scratches his head, embarrassed but proud. "Good genes." He returns his mother's smile, as he continues to watch the footage.
Rebecca looks at the group as they discuss. "I think I'll head down to the crime scene. I don't know about angels, but my nose is pretty...
"Ah, I suppose so..." She stands, getting out.
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