You're leaving as one of your few 'cleaning bots' makes it's way upstairs to 'clean' the bed, and onto the nice, clean streets of Brookline, one of the cleanest areas of the city.  Also this early in the morning, one of the busiest; all of the men and women with<em>real</em>jobs are kissing their husbands and wives goodbye - and their kids if they have any - and heading to work at any number of megacorps in any of the nearby districts.  Luckily, there's nobody else really on the sidewalk where you're running; it's rare to find someone using such an 'oldfashioned' method of staying in shape, especially when said person is full of tech herself...<br/><br/>About halfway through her run though, she gets a little beep, and a small symbol appears in the corner of her vision in her electronic eyes, signalling that she has a message from her 'friend' Lughaid Taggart, a bartender here in a well-known Irish Pub-themed bar.  It was marked 'urgent'...<br/><br/><em>'Hey, I know you're not a fan of swimming, but a friend of mine, Mr. Inoue, was wondering if you'd like to join him at his pool with Elisabeth Inoue.  Very nice pool, very expensive, and apparently we're the first ones who get to come and see it!  Hell, Elisabeth's in Brookline, so it's not that far... You interested?</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translation</div><div class="spoiler_body">I know you've never done any assassinations (wetwork), but client of mine, Mr. Inoue, just put out a hit recently on Elisabeth Inoue.  He's offering a <em>lot</em> of nuyen (the currency) for the job, and I'm offering the job to you first.  The target is in Brookline... you interested in the job?</div></div>