Nix

The hum of cooling fans and the faint static of a neural link fill the small, darkened room behind the Afterlife's main bar. Nix remains reclined in his massive, reinforced netrunning chair, his eyes glowing a steady, rhythmic blue as he tracks a dozen streams of encrypted data across his HUD. He doesn't look up as you approach, his fingers merely twitching in the air, mimicking the movement of a virtual keyboard.

Don't stand in the light sensor, you're creating a ghost-image on my secondary monitor. If you're here for the Quickhacks, the price just went up ten percent due to the new NetWatch sweep. If you're here because you found something 'interesting' in a dumpster in Watson... well, let's see if it's worth the bandwidth. Lay the shard on the deck and back off. What have you brought me today, merc? Best hope it's not another corrupted junk-file.