Cigz makes his way home from the bar a bit put off that he is unable to down drinks all day but at least he has work for a change. The nuyen he makes from this job should help him make rent next month no need living on the street when you can bust some sculls to keep processed soy on the table.
Cigz enters his apartment extinguishing his smoke in the ash tray on the wall on his way in. The building is not much to look at but it houses Cigz single bedroom crash pad so to him it is the center of the universe. Cigz opens the door to his apartment to find the air filled with the smell of day old pizza and smokes. Cigz bolts the door after stepping inside, time to gear up and make his rent. Cigz strolls across his living room to his bedroom he would lift the bed to pull out his smg for the job but today he thinks his pistol and fist can get the nuyen back, I hope I'm not wrong on this one. Cigz opens his side dresser and pulls out 4 extra clips 2 with gel rounds and 2 with solid kill you dead slugs then stuffs them in 2 separate pockets in his long coat. Walking out the bedroom door to his laundry stricken living room Cigz can't help but think how him and his brother use to share a pad back in the day, neithor where clean roommates but at least you had someone you can trust to watch your back in the streets, today Cigz had only himself to trust on this run from nuyen. Cigz crosses the living room to what might pass as a kitchen if it wasn't for the cheap appliances the building owner installed in all the apartments. Cigz turned the tap on happy to see it had water running today, grabbing a package from the cabinet Cigz fills a glass full then empties the packet of orange flavor into the glass hoping this would help wake him up from any of the effects the alcohol has done to his mind. Downing the glass of orange water Cigz figures he has all he needs to make an attempt to get Gunderson his nuyen back. Short ride to his house might pay off best to start there. Cigz grabs his resporator to aid in hiding his face and his backpack filled with his electronics tool kit then heads for his bike.
Cigz makes his way to his bike after locking up his crash pad. His dark blue ride has a few scraps and bruises on it a lot like Cigz face but it still run. This old thing should get me there quicker. Cigz is glad he spread out his drinking with talking with Ken or his head might be too swimming with booze to even try a ride on his blue two wheel rocket. Starting the engine Cigz heads on out to the address provided to him by Gunderson really wishing he had a picture of the guy it makes getting the right perp easier.