Lille walked up to Ryan and pulled out his personal link.
In that instant, his brain flashed through many clues, connecting them into a string—
Ryan, he had to be saved, because the assassination against him was a joint effort from various corporations, a final ultimatum from the companies to "independent" Night City.
The corporations couldn't tolerate a mere city mayor keeping them on tenterhooks, pouring in resources with restraint, fattening others, and harming themselves.
This day was bound to come, and Ryan had seen it coming long ago.
"I... heh... thirsty... have always been... thirsty... waiting..."
Ryan's throat muscles spasmed completely, and he couldn't say a word.
What he wanted to say was he had been waiting for Night City to cultivate a crew of such tough men... a gang, with technology, guts, brains, and fighting ability.
