Many people would say that I have been a very successful businessman. I would be inclined to agree with them.

I have funded gangs, bringing them back from the brink of destruction

I have collected paychecks from Arasaka for the creation of Veritas.

I have a masters in chemistry which I put to good use.

I have really done it all…except for this one little thing. Really a teeny tiny insignificant thing but that is what money is for.

I don’t own a Rayfield. I know, I know you must be wondering. “How does somebody as successful as you not own a Rayfield?”

A huge hindsight that I aim to correct. I have managed to locate one that the owner would be willing to part with in Charter Hill. We were talking prices, negotating, handing it all gentlemanly as a fixer does and then the bastard ghosts me.

Now I have seen the car, I felt it. We have a special kind of connection that you can’t just ignore so I would like you to re-negotiate a new deal. I get the car for free, they get fuck all, and you get a big enugh check to get you out of the slums.

Call me