Cyberpunk: Frankfurt Fallout

V's heart thumped against her chest. Frankfurt...fucking Frankfurt. Not only had the whole project gone irreparably south but it also looked like her name was up and flashing neon as one of those responsible for this epic fuck up. Her breath quivering in her throat in spite of herself, the young counterintel strategist's hand came up to cup her own cheek as she let out a quiet whimper.

The usual hustle and bustle of the Arasaka Company's Night City branch had taken on a more sinister tone since the news broke - or at least it had for V. Pairs and huddled groups of employees whispered gossip about the newly blown up Frankfurt scandal and as V had made her way through the building, she felt all eyes were on her. At least here, in the bathroom, she had a sliver of privacy away from the schadenfreude-fuelled eyes of her colleagues.

So there V was, white knuckled and hunched over the bathroom sink block, her usually keen mind dulled by panic but still racing as she tried to come up with a plan. She took a moment to look upwards at her reflection in the mirror in front of her. The 5'6 agent automatically brushed that stray lock of dyed red hair that always seemed to drift down to block her right eye. Her side swept hair and the shaved left side of head revealed the cyber implants on her neck, standard among Arasaka employees. Her beautiful face and slight features showed none of their usual fire and determination. Heads were going to roll for this one and V couldn't see a way out herself. Her head bowed towards the basin as she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tight, fighting back tears of frustration.