[As quiet as it was kept, rep was the true currency of Night City. Eddies couldn't save you if everyone in town knew you were a fuck-up and fixers were known to cover for runners that knew how to get shit done. There was a strange sort of balance to the way of things that newcomers to the city had to experience themselves.
There were of course outliers, folks who refused to fit neatly into the ecosystem of NC and there was no one who liked being on the edge more than Sombra.
She'd established herself as a mystery and was good enough at net-running to keep it that way, only available to fixers who knew a guy that knew a guy. It was mostly a bunch of proxy identities that she used to weed out clients but the veneer of exclusivity meant that the work she did paid handsomely with the added bonus of giving her enough downtime to play with security protocols as they developed. Staying sharp in NC was as necessary as breathing, after all.
While Sombra was whispered to be as reckless and cocky as she was effective, she was not stupid. And when the message came through from a known Arasaka proxy that the corp looking for an unaffiliated netrunner, Sombra knew to throw her hat in fast.
Three proxies later Sombra had passed scrutiny and was deigned good enough to talk to an actual contact from Arasaka.
So here she was in a nice, little teahouse in Japantown waiting.]
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There were of course outliers, folks who refused to fit neatly into the ecosystem of NC and there was no one who liked being on the edge more than Sombra.
She'd established herself as a mystery and was good enough at net-running to keep it that way, only available to fixers who knew a guy that knew a guy. It was mostly a bunch of proxy identities that she used to weed out clients but the veneer of exclusivity meant that the work she did paid handsomely with the added bonus of giving her enough downtime to play with security protocols as they developed. Staying sharp in NC was as necessary as breathing, after all.
While Sombra was whispered to be as reckless and cocky as she was effective, she was not stupid. And when the message came through from a known Arasaka proxy that the corp looking for an unaffiliated netrunner, Sombra knew to throw her hat in fast.
Three proxies later Sombra had passed scrutiny and was deigned good enough to talk to an actual contact from Arasaka.
So here she was in a nice, little teahouse in Japantown waiting.]