text: [Themes: fan fiction]
  
  The only thought that pierced Anton's mind was the streets of Night City would be beautiful if it wasn't so damn dirty. Night City is a beacon of hope to the outside world but once you're in its a Concrete confines its a prison. The few parts of Night City that aren't so bad are the parks due to their out of place boom of nature that really transports you way from this hell whole.
  making it Nearly halfway to south freedom blvd. Anton is stopped on the sidewalk by a Vender.
  
  "ayy you! wanna get a free Brain Dance? this that pre alpha shit hot off the net, you can't find this shit anywhere else."
  
  Anton groans and responds with.
  
  "Man I don't wanna see your snuff film or any of your other freaky shit that you got some sad sack to record for you, besides I'm busy"
  
  The Vender doesn't like that answer and eagerly hold the Brain Dance wreath toward Anton.
  
  "Come on Man, I need someone to test it! see how much of a experience it is, I'll even pay you 200 eddies just for trying it out and giving it a review but trust me its good shit, I know you'll love it!"
  
  > [Keep Walking to the Gig]
  Pushing past the sketchy Brain Dance street vender who's curses fade in the distance. As Anton puts one foot in front of the other Anton starts to notices a sudden shift in Living quality of the area he must be near Albert Houser's apartment complex it seems just a few more blocks and he'd be standing right outside.
  After walking the final few blocks Anton finds himself out front of Albert Houser's apartment where he Follows a handrail lead stairs up into the Trey home mega-building where a elevator sits waiting for Anton. Inside the elevator Anton's eyes scan the glowing numbered buttons, quickly finding the odd number "27" Anton reaches his index finger down and taps it.
  Within the raising Lift A glass window shows the entirety of South Freedom .blvd and as it climbs the neon lit skyline of Night City that glows so brightly that even during the day the air has a type of phosphorus glow to it. Taking one last look out the window reading the Wattson Whore and Trauma Team hologram ads shooting from corp buildings waiting for the elevators final stop indicator, Anton readys his Liberty Hand gun before taking cover by the elevators many buttons. The long walk was just the calm he needed to get him ready for this job, to get it done right and exactly the way he wanted it he had to go in loud.
  
  > [Head In]
  Charging out the Elevator as soon as it swishes open Anton shoulder checks to the floor a Maelstrom goon, caving their cyborg skull in with a swift curb stomp while shooting another in the head with a Liberty Handgun, gore from both deaths coat the floor in red. All the commotion in the hallway made the 26th floor burst with action more Maelstrom rush in from Albert Houser's apartment causing Anton to take cover within one of the door frames. Bullets fly back in forth in the hallway but nobody is hitting anything despite this Anton has a ace up his sleeve; From his metal arm Anton activates his projectile launcher, its explosive charge flies through the air and smashes the wall and The goons guarding it to bits.
  A cloud of dust hangs in the Apartment air after the explosion A giant hole resides in the wall leading to Albert Houser through this gaping hole in the wall emerges a undamaged Anton surprised by the lack of Maelstrom goons Albert hired. Behind a fine red leather couch the faint sound of crying could be heard. From the back of the couch Albert Houser crawls, brief case in hand with snot and tears running down his face and falling onto his nice suit.
  
  A cry slips out from Albert Houser's mouth " P-Please no! I have money right here! you don't have to do this! we can come to an arrangement! tell me who you're working for and what they are paying you, I promise I can fill your pockets in ways you've never dreamt!"
  
  Anton Lifts his Liberty handgun up and points it to the center mass of Albert Houser who lets out a little shriek when the gun sight fall on him. Anton in this moment hesitates the money he could make from this is once in a lifetime but it would completely ruin his reputation down on the streets and paint a target on his back when Sherry DuWull finds out. The choices set in front of Anton were simple and clear and he was ready to choose his path.
  
  > [Shoot Albert Houser]
  Anton unloads his gun into Albert, two shots were all it took to take him down but Anton fired three for good luck. Anton walks over to the freshly flatlined Albert and picks up the briefcase and quickly pops it open letting the contents fall to the floor. The Briefcase held documents of a at least five new deals the late Mr.Houser been apart of and thats not the least of it, within the pile paperwork for a new high paid promotion had just been accepted by Albert. Anton experiences a hit of regret thinking about all the eddies he could have made working with Albert but Those thoughts didn't stay long due to the aftermath that would have followed if Albert were still alive.
  Dusting himself off Anton left the Apartment and headed for the Elevator, He flipped out his phone and started a text to Sherry DuWull closing the Gig.
  
  "Its done Albert Houser is out of the picture your client wont hear from him ever again, now send the payment."
  
  Quickly a buzzing notification lights up the phone from Sherry DuWull just as Anton enters the elevator.
  
  "Good work the client is happy and so am I, Look forward to working with you again very soon. Gig closed sending your eddies now"
  The job was done and Anton is beat. He turns to the elevators buttons and hits the ground floor button. Anton looks out the window and admires Night City's beautiful skyline while riding the elevator down day dreaming about all the things he's going to buy now that his pockets are full of eddies. Anton knew his career as a Solo would take off after this Gig and becoming a legend of Night City seemed not so far away if all the jobs are this easy.