HUNTED

Ey, V... you there?

Look, I don't got much time, hermano. This pinche chip... it's doing something to me.

Keeping me around, I guess. Lucky me, right? Gets to watch the whole gonked-up mess from the inside.

But listen up, 'cause I gotta tell you about something.

Something bad.

They Ain't Gonna Stop, V

You remember what I told you back in the Delamain? About the heist?

How we were gonna be legends and all that desmadre?

Yeah, well... turns out stealing from Arasaka not a good idea.

The Relic—it's like a homing beacon, yeah? Broadcasting your location every second you're breathing.

And Arasaka?

Dios mio, they're listening. They're always listening.

This Ain't No Street Fight, Mano

Back in Heywood, when the Valentinos or 6th Street wanted smoke you knew the deal.

Guns, guts, and maybe you walk away. Maybe you don't.

But it was simple.

This? This is different.

These cabrónes got resources, V. The kind of eddies that buy the best killers in Night City.

The kind of tech that makes your fancy cyberware look like a kid's toy.

They got mechs, hermano. Walking tanks that'll flatten you faster than you can say "¡Chingada madre!"

And they ain't coming solo, either.

Broadcasting Phase: That Relic's talking, V.

Singing like a canary right into Arasaka's ear.

You'll see the warnings—glitchy text across your optics, that corpo-speak that makes your skin crawl.

"RELIC M-AH-76/-38272/SA WARNING." Yeah, that's you, choom.

You're the merchandise.

Triangulating: Now they got your coordinates. Some suit in a tower just approved your "retrieval." Probably didn't even look up from his coffee, ese. You're just another line item. Another asset to recover.Handshake: Connection established. Teams deployed. This is when you should start praying to Santa Muerte, mano. 'Cause she's the only one who migh