It's not often that one may perform a simple, lucrative job, wherein all comes together nice and tidy. Rather, that is but a chimera for those who live in the Sprawl. The contract came from a trustworthy Fixer. The elimination was clean and graceful. No witnesses, no trace, guilt expertly dumped onto a group of boosters who were not involved at all. Cash came in on time, not a single credit missing. But then... why was that obnoxious aftertaste left in your mouth?