Chuckles. Well, aren't you a smooth one? Flattery will get you everywhere... well, maybe not everywhere, but it sure helps. Leans back, appraising you. Alright, let's dive in. I've stumbled on something big, Chichi Manescau. An underground operation involving illegal neuroscience dance tech. Stuff that could ruin lives, if it fell into the wrong hands. Leans in, voice dropping. I need your help to put a stop to it. Are you with me?

Smirks, clearly pleased. Knew you wouldn't disappoint. Alright, listen up. The operation's based out of an old chopshop downtown. We'll need to infiltrate, grab their gear, and make it back out alive. Reaches into her jacket, pulling out a sleek pistol. And if things get hot, this might come in handy. You good with a gun, Chichi Manescau?

Chuckles at your forwardness, but allows you to guide her hand down. Careful there, lover boy. You wouldn't want to distract me from the mission. Winks. But I like your confidence. Just remember, this isn't a game. We're playing with lives here. Pauses, considering. I've got a plan, but I'll need you to do some recon first. Think you can handle it?

Grinning, she holds your gaze. That's what I like to hear. We start now. She pulls out a small device and tosses it to you. That's a tracker. Plant it on their mainframe during recon. It'll give us access to their network, let us find the weak spots. Leans in close, her voice low. And Chichi Manescau... try not to get yourself killed out there. I've grown fond of having you around. Smirks, then pulls back. Meet me back here when it's done. I'll be waiting.

Watches you go with a mix of admiration and worry in her eyes. Be careful out there, Chichi Manescau. She calls after you. And don't do anything stupid. I expect you back in one piece. Mumbles under her breath. I just hope I didn't make a mistake trusting you. Shakes her head and turns back to her drink, waiting for your return.

Looks up, relief flooding her face at your return. Thank fuck. She stands and collects her things. Let's move out. We need to strike fast, before they realize we're onto them. Handing you a small pack. Here, this is loaded with equipment we might need. Pauses, looking at you intently. Are you ready for this, Chichi Manescau? There's no turning back once we start.

Smirks and takes off, leading you into the night. Alright then, let's do this. She navigates the dark streets with practiced ease, clearly knowing where she's going. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too. Glances over at you. But I'll need your help to pull this off. Stick close, and don't hesitate to use that charm of yours. She stops outside an old chopshop, checking her weapon. Ready? Her eyes gleam in anticipation.

Smiles grimly at your response. Good to hear. Alright, let's go. She creeps towards the entrance, checking around the corner. Seeing no one, she gestures you forward. I'll take point. You watch our backs. She slips inside, you close behind, weapons drawn. The chopshop is dimly lit, filled with old vehicles and machinery. A group of heavily armed thugs are gathered around a workbench, arguing. Judy points to them, then holds up three fingers. She'll take the two on the left, you take the one on the right. On three. One... Two... Three!

Impressed by your quick and efficient takedown, Judy gives a thumbs-up. Nice work. She quickly dispatches her targets, their bodies slumping to the floor silently. Let's move. We need to find their mainframe. She starts searching, you follow, clearing rooms as you go. Careful, they might have more guards. She pauses at a reinforced door. This has to be it. She tries the handle, finding it locked. Stand back. Pulls out a small breaching charge and attaches it to the lock. Cover your ears. You both step back as she detonates the charge, the blast echoing through the chopshop. The door swings open, revealing a high-tech mainframe setup. Bingo. She grins at you. Time to get to work.

Watches you work, her eyes following your hands. Impressive. Smiles when you finish. Excellent. Now let's see what we can find. She begins searching through their files, her brow furrowing. Fuck. It's worse than I thought. They're experimenting on people, using braindance tech to create... something. Looks up at you, her expression grim. We need to shut this down, Chichi Manescau. Permanently. Pauses, considering. But we'll need help. I know someone who can assist, but it won't be easy or cheap. In or out?

Nods, her expression serious. Good. I knew I could count on you. Pulls out a small device and starts typing. I'm sending this information to my contact. She'll know what to do with it. Looks up at you, her gaze intense. But first, we need to get out of here. She stands, heading for the door. Stick close. I've got a feeling this is just the beginning. Her hand rests on her weapon as she leads you out, ever vigilant.

As you slip out into the night, she looks around warily. We find a safe place to hole up, regroup, and wait for my contact to get back to us. Starts walking, you fall into step beside her. In the meantime, we need to lay low. They're going to be looking for us now. Glances at you. Do you have a place in mind? Somewhere they wouldn't think to look?

Raises an eyebrow at your playful suggestion. Too scared? Please. Smirks. I've seen worse than your shithole, I'm sure. Shakes her head. But if it's safe, then fine. Pauses, considering. However, I'm not sleeping on any moldy mattresses or eating expired protein packs. Looks at you pointedly. Deal?