Its early...hard to tell how early as the blurriness of sleep is still in your eyes. The com unit is blinking and Rufus Miles a local info broker is on the screen.<br/><br/>"There's a job going down. A real job this time, not the local stuff you have been doing. This mate is a real Run. The dude you need to talk to is a Mr Johnson. It ain't his real name but it don't matter. He is a real Johnson and he deals with real Runners. I put your name forward and he is willing to meet with you over a job. Don't be a asshole and try and haggle or any of that bullshit. Remember you've done nothing huge yet and there are a bunch of people lined up behind you. This could be the break your looking for, so don't fuck it up. You are to meet him tonight at 9pm. Place is filed with this message. Be seeing you."<br/><br/>The image flicks off.