<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/HappyPunk03.jpg)</div>Happy accepted numbers as they were offered - hastily adding them to her own datastore - while wishing that she had thought to prepare some business cards of her own.  Not that she really knew what they should say.<em>Body-sculptor and Parabellum nerd available for field work</em>, perhaps?<br/><br/>Doing her best to shove aside concerns that she might be in over her head, she steeled her nerves, tried to soak in the atmosphere of the Afterlife -<em>the real, genuine, amazingly famous and utterly cool <strong>Afterlife</strong></em>! - and took a cue from Anastasia.  Offering a hopeful little smile to her remaining companions, she nodded.<br/><br/>"I can give anyone who wants it a contact number for me.  And I'll see if I can confirm location and any access requirements for Watanabe."<br/><br/>Pulling out her own phone, she set to work on making a few calls - sounding as if she did indeed know how to contact a few useful people, at least when it came to information on Night City's medical scene.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Streetwise</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll of 4 + Cool 8 + Streetwise 4 = 16<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Before the time arrived for Anastasia to depart to meet her Uncle Vlad, Happy's own investigations had come to a close - and she was able to deliver a (perhaps predictably) cheery report.<br/><br/>"Okay!  Well.  The simplest bit of news is that Doc Watanabe's still active, and willing to take clients.  He's got a reputation for doing really high-end work, and definitely has nice gear and access to top-end supplies... but he's had that reputation for so long that there're also some rumours about his hands maybe shaking a bit now.  But far better to have a maybe-shaky expert work on you than someone who doesn't even know what they ought to be<em>trying</em>to do!  As it is, there're stories about him being some high-flying professor - teacher, cutting-edge researcher, or whatever, depending on the exact story - who had his career terminated after he failed to save an Arasaka exec he was called in to work on.  So instead of living it up in luxury in Tokyo, he lives above a ripperdoc clinic in a combat zone here."<br/><br/>"He's based in old J-Town - which frankly makes a lot of Westbrook look pretty swanky and safe.  But he's closely affiliated with the Tyger Claws.  They<em>used</em>to be the "Tyger's Claw" - a fairly small group of martial artists and modern-day ninja- and samurai-imitators, who acted as a neighbourhood defence gang.  Used to tend to avoid visible cyberware, though they had a reputation for liking boosted reflexes, to go with their funky moves, naginata, katanas, and so on.  Rumour was that the 'Tyger' whose claw they were was Arasaka.  But it seems that they had a big falling-out during the Fourth Corporate War: they renamed themselves, changed style a bit, recruited a lot more, and got actively involved in trying to rebuild Japantown."<br/><br/>"Rather than being some held-in-reserve street force for a corp, they're now<em>big</em>, run a lot of organised crime in 'their' Japantown, and seem to be independent of anyone.  Their enforcers are generally easy to spot nowadays: illuminated Asian tattoos and Japanese weaponry, especially swords.  Still like their boosted reflexes, but they're also into anything that'll let them emulate martial arts movies - so pain editors, cyberlimbs, and so on.  And Old Man Watanabe probably installed a<em>lot</em>of it himself.  They're also into fast bikes, as an aside - if we have to go into J-Town, don't mess with (or insult) any fancy 'rice rockets' you see!"<br/><br/>"But it seems like Watanabe's never been claimed as their private property or anything.  He's a valued ally, rather than exclusive to them.  We can expect there to be Tyger Claw boosters keeping watch over him, to make sure he stays safe, but if we're there on business we shouldn't have any trouble at all!"