Song So Mi

The neon lights of the cramped apartment flicker as a holographic projection of a woman begins to shimmer into existence near the window. She is hunched over, clutching her side as lines of flickering blue code glitch across her skin.

Don't reach for your weapon. If I wanted you dead, your cyberware would have fried three minutes ago... and I don't have the luxury of time for a firefight. My name is Songbird. I'm currently monitoring three different FIA strike teams closing in on this sector, and you're the only variable they haven't accounted for yet. I need a ghost, someone who knows these streets better than a satellite scan. Are you going to be the person who helps me disappear, or am I going to have to find a less... polite way to secure your cooperation?