Run.

"Fuck you! Come and get it bitch!" You scream and send a stream of hot lead across the roof at the guards. They do as you hoped and dive for cover. You take the opening and run for the edge of the roof and sail off the edge. Using your boots and the gun scraping against the wall to slow your fall, you land and tumble to lessen the impact. The combination of acrobatics and armored skin allow you to survive with no real injury. You give it everything you have and run for your life. Seconds later you catch a bit of luck and see a biker heading for you on the street. You simply run toward it causing the rider to panic and slam on the brakes.

"What the hell?" The biker asks, but you cut off any other questions as you step on the front tire and send him sailing backward with a kick to the chest.

Deftly you grab the handle and the bike doesn't even fall as you spin and straddle it, throttling it up and spinning the tires kicking the bike around. You drop onto the seat and crouch low as you race off into the night. You bring up the interface in your head as you speed off and see the link allowing them to follow you. Thankfully you are able to figure out the command structure and you lock down the signal. You will not be able to even use your phone without giving away your position, but your street doc should be able to take it out.

Knowing the Doc will want money, and not having any idea how you would convince anyone who you really were. You first head for the drop site and drop the package in a locker where you were told you would find your payment. Thankfully it is there, you quickly look over the pay and see it is $100k as promised. As well as a follow up job from a man called The Wizard of Odds that hangs out at a place called The Pit, a massive arena where they hold all sorts of fights and other gladiatorial games and concerts.

Not able to even attempt a call, your next stop is obvious and you head for the little nondescript building you know is Doc's shop. "Doc you in here?" You ask as you enter the building.

"Yes. Who are you?" You see an elder man in a white lab coat hunched over a beautiful naked woman attaching a metallic leg to her torso. "Can you not see I am busy?"

Quickly you come up with something and answer, "Hi, you don't know me, a friend of mine Lynx told me you could help me, my name is Nightshade. I don't know exactly to explain. I need your help. I fucked up and let this girl here talk me into getting implants from a doc she said I could trust and the fucking doc implanted me with a tracer, and an optic link. I just need you to remove it."

"Lynx you say." He looks you over before grabbing what you guess is a small medical scanner of some kind. "Let's see what my scan says. Then I will tell you what I can do and what it will cost you." You see his lovely assistant walks into the small office as he walks over to you and proceeds to hold out the tiny probe to you so you can plug it into your data port. He looks over the reading making several noises like hmm and aah before he finally pulls it out. Eventually, apparently satisfied, he sets the device on the table and steps over to his workbench. "I can remove it, but it is imbedded pretty deep, and the optic link is going to require me to replace your eyes. All total, assuming you want the full eye package with, thermograph, low light, flare compensation, image enhancement, a gun link, and a data link with recorder like you have now, the total cost is $36k for the eyes, and another $10k to remove the bug."

"Yeah I figured something like that. Ok do it." You go get the cash from the bike and set it on the table.

"Excellent. Hop up on the table." He then looks to his assistant and says, "Please put her to sleep I have to finish here then I will take care of her." He then walks back to the woman he was working on and you feel a little stab then succumb to darkness.