Mind Lost

My mind is scrambled from the night before, might have had a bit too much to drink. Last night was special though, we just got into the big leagues after completing a job for our fixer. To be honest, I didnt expect getting here so fast, it feels like it was just yesterday, walking through the streets, trying to get by, jacking into cars, delivering them for shady people, just to get some money for food. But now, now it feels like I have the world in my hands, like I can achieve anything.

It's time to get up anyway, gotta get ready for my next job. Im supposed to infiltrate a gang hideout, my fixer Dex was talking about some kind of chip that I have to get. It's gonna be hard, for sure, maybe I can get some upgrades from my doc, just got a nice payment, I definetly have some money to spend. I get up and realize the immense headache I have, I brush it off and walk to my closet, gotta look impressing and all, its the one thing Im proud of, my style. I pick out my trusty jacket which I wear most of the time, the collar disrupts hacks, and most importantly, it looks really cool.

As I walked into my gun room I get a call from my partner, Jackie. " Hey buddy, hows your morning? Got a bit of a headache after last night,eh? It was really fun, but you shouldnt have started a scene like that. I didnt mind it personally, got a real chuckle out of it, but that other fucker probably wont feel the same after what you did to his nose. Anyway, Im waiting downstairs, hurry up, we dont have much time, gotta get to the doc and then rip those fuckers off" "Im gonna be down in a minute, just gotta grab some stuff, get a drink or something". I put the phone into my jacket and procede to take the pistol I used on my last job, the vindicator.