<div class="floatleft">(https://assets.vg247.com/current//2013/12/infiltrator-artwork-epic-games.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>"Jack B. Nimble"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>C-Team HQ -> The Afterlife<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open (Toward the End)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Murder, French<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>When people debate the merits of a Loud Merc vs a Quiet Merc, these days Redbeard vs Nimble always comes up. Rogue was not involved in those debates because she knew the right answer. The answer was whichever was better for the gig. The part that didn't get around as much but was probably obvious in hindsight was that "Jack B. Nimble" agreed completely with this assessment. And usually, Vane was the better of the two options. But sometimes - a more discrete touch was required.<br/><br/><em>At first I thought it was just rumors and the kind of drunken bullshit you hear at a bar at 3 AM, y'know? But when you hear the same story from three separate witnesses, you start taking an interest. Now that my informant confirmed the accounts, it's time to dive into the action.<br/>Look, I don't wanna sound like some naggy old crone, but back in my day workers knew how to stand up for themselves. Instead of fixers they had unions to fight for their rights. I know, I know. Anyway, now with the unions gone, these workers can't afford to hire fixers on starvation-level salaries. Lucky for them, I like to do some pro bono work from time to time. You know, a little something for the public good.<br/>Onto the fine detes. Vincent Vega - the kind of scum who writes "cracking skulls" in the hobby section of his CV. Well, that's exactly what he's doing in Rancho Coronado. Cracking skulls. Not only that, but he's got the full backing of the corp execs, who'd rather give their workers brain damage instead of a 2% raise.<br/>Vega and his people've been terrorizing the whole neighborhood. Workers've had enough - who the fuck wouldn't agree? You're gonna find Vic Vega and end that psycho for good. Maybe then the corpos'll realize they crossed the line.</em><br/><br/>Vic Vega, the CEO of C-Team Services. Basically a smaller corp that made its money handling technical issues for other corporations. Normally, not something to care about - except when his workers tried to unionize he took the one in charge of the effort and *literally* beat the man to death in front of the other workers.<br/><br/>Here was the hard part. First, the building was full of innocent workers. If someone were to go in guns blazing they'd probably kill more poor gonks that were just trying to make it through their day than even people loyal to Vic. Let alone trying to fight. The request was that he take out Vic and<em>only</em>Vic, in a way that made it perfectly clear to the next Vic that the people who they were stepping on were still people.<br/><br/>Or at least that the little pee-ons weren't as helpless as the corporate executive class thought.<br/><br/>Granted, even Jack was surprised that a window on the second floor was not only unlocked but left open. It was also to an empty conference room, to which he could actually *see* Vic's office. Between this room and the office was only another conference room with only 2 guys that were even arguably paying attention to anything other than the screens right in front of them.<br/><br/>Jack can hardly believe it, A quick scan to be sure - but there it is.<br/><br/><em>Jack Be Nimble</em><br/><br/>He slips in the window and silently takes too the carpeted floor. Carpeted! Jesus fuck, even Vane could have done this job quietly if he could get up here. The other conference room had one of the "bodygaurds", but even that's only in the sense that the guy was obviously packing. Jack B. Nimble wasn't a netrunner, but he did know some people. He delivors the program into the conference screen and it instantly seems to go on the fritz.<br/><br/><em>Jack Be Quick</em><br/><br/>Vic Vega was typing up a report at a workstation that faced an outside window. Jack tiptoes in, and quickly puts a hand over Vic's mouth while sticking a knife between the man's 2nd and 3rd ribs, slightly upward. Not even a scream, he just has to hold Vic still for the seconds it takes for him to lose consciousness...<br/><br/>Then he's gone.<br/><br/>There's going to be a lot of blood in the carpet when someone checks on Vic, Jack is careful not to step in it and to get as little of it on him as possible but Vic's got this office so whipped with fear that it could be hours before anyone checks on Vic. With a bit of care Jack can even leave him posed like he's still working, if maybe looking up from the screen.<br/><br/>He doesn't even have to go back the way he came. He just opens a window and slips out into the early evening. His fortified ankles take the fall for him and it's like he was taking a stroll the whole time.<br/><br/><em>Jack Jumped Over The Candlestick.</em><br/><br/>Calling up Rogue.<br/><br/>"<strong>It's Done.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong><em>I'm not hearing anything from the feeds. I take it that means it went well?</em></strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>You'll be happy with the results, yes.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong><em>Problem, Jack?</em></strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Nothing I want to talk about in public, Madame.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong><em>Smart. Come by my Office.</em></strong>"<br/><hr/><br/>They say the only path in Night City worth walking is the one that goes through the Afterlife. "Jack B. Nimble" didn't really hold that opinion, but then again when you're being blackmailed by the Queen of the Afterlife you might get less of a romantic view of the place. "Jack" steps in a bit early, before the bar officially opens. He bouncer knows to let him in anyway. At least he had time to put away some of the more outlandish parts of his gear.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/cyberpunk/images/b/b6/Char_profile_claire.png)</div>"<strong>Oh hey, Nimble. What'll it be?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Do you have 2014 Delamotte Blanc de Blancs?</strong>" he asks with a smirk, and Claire the Bartender gives a loud single guffaw. That was their little running jokes, Jack first requesting some ridiculously expensive Champagne. So much so that even upper level execs in the Corporate Towers would have a hard time finding it. Let alone the Mercs and Fixers at the Afterlife. Of course they never had it, and the fact that he did it<em>every time</em>was something of a running joke that kept getting funnier and funnier with each new type of ridiculous alcohol he came up with.<br/><br/>"<strong>Water it is.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>How'd you know?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Everyone that gets here this early has Biz, usually with Her, and wants to keep a clear head. I'll put it in a green glass for you though, for a price.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>...Alright, one guess.</strong>"<br/><br/>Everyone who knows Jack B. Nimble knows that's not his real name. But nobody knows his real one.<br/><br/>"<strong>...Déodat?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>What? <em>How did you know?</em></strong>"<br/><br/>Everyone who knows Jack B. Nimble also knows that Jack is a Liar.<br/><br/>"<strong>...Fuck. I'm not even close, am I?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>That's cheating. Good try though.</strong>"<br/><br/>Jack B. Nimble smiles, and gives a grin. Still, despite the less than ideal way he sometimes got his work, there were worse fates. Just ask Vic Vega.