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The agent had to stifle a chuckle of sorts in response to Kerry's reasonable upset. Bryce understood, even he found his own job truly droll at times. It's why he made a sport of it and often times wen't against the textbook recommendation an agent should practice. He'd been in the corporation too long to be a pencil pusher.

" Conversationalists... " Bryce drawled out rather slowly, cold kiroshis looking for the other bots, even if he didn't have any plans with them. For today.

" I wonder what is it exactly they say? Or is it a mere understanding of the position their caretaker is in? Bots armed to the teeth... Good conversationalists. " A subtle shake of his head, grinning smug and amused. " A good slogan for them, you should take it to the company. But nonetheless you are lucky. No malware, no AI intrustion. Anything else I should be aware of? "

Bryce didn't answer right away, his cyberized fingers nimble and quick as they pressed a few buttons on the small interface panel beneath a piece of the bots armor. Ice curulean eyes gave their attention to Kerry while he continued to type - almost as if the agent himself was a robot with how effortless this seemed.

" Please..." His voice cool, leaning on sarcastic. " The bots haven't... correct. But you've certainly made a right mess of their original programming. I'll save you the NetWatch jargon and make it simple... "

The agent closed the metal panel, but when there was no reaction on the bots end, he sneered before hitting the side of it's head with his fist. None too hard, of course.

" Your security bots were flagged as unauthorized. Cracking their codes is doubtless fun... For an ignoramus, unaware of AI that could render it altogether unpleasant. "

Bryce let out an exhale through his nose, hands on his hips with his chin held proudly high.

" Between you and me, your repurposing of these bots is rather amusing. So, I'll report back to NetWatch a mission success on my part, leaving the rest of your friends as they are. And Kerry... Quit jailbreaking. And if you do... do it right. "

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" Naturally. " Bryce said smoothly, albeit with a lilt of distraction as he took a silent second to process the shard he'd given to her. It wouldn't be like him to do anything out of the kindness in his heart, no... The agent laced the shard with soft that would give him her coordinates and data in cyberspace within a mere nanosecond the next time she enters netspace.

" Five minutes. Brigitte, and her talentless right hand runner will wake. " A devilish smile, short and full of silver linings.

After all, it was his career to limit the amount of netrunners in Night City and specifically Pacifica. At least this time she'd have an agent keeping tabs on her over a bunch of savage black tech gang members.

" A true pleasure, V... Oh, and you have free access to leave the GIM without sneaking around. I have to hand it to you, nearly escaped every pair of eyes I had today. "

" You're irate, and you have a right to be. But this is the outcome for all of the Voodoo Boy's little hired soldiers. When you finish whatever job they sent you to do? Well... It's no love lost with them. " The shard stayed betwixt his fingers, a small blue light subtly blinking in tandem with the clicking clock. He repositioned the shard between his index and middle finger so it was easier to take, yet it was a gesture of beckoning with a corpos silver tongue.

" Survival is something you and I can find common ground on, so look at this gesture as a compromise. I merely aim to walk out of here with my data unscathed, and you wish to be free of a virus unwillingly planted. " The corner of his mouth stretched into a smile as he scoffed softly. " Better to have it cleansed now, than try to call them demanding for compensation. Why? Because they will never answer that call. "

His tone, posture and bargaining didn't waver. While empathy was his mask, it was his job and ultimate duty at the end of the day to strike any deal deemed necessary in the name of NetWatch.

" As a netrunner yourself, i'd imagine a talentless group of savage hacks keeping tabs on you secretly isn't exactly preem. "

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Bryce jumped into the mental side of the conversation feeling a slow, burning annoyance behind his eyes. Talking with fixers usually were a dull afair for him. But this... Quickly took an unexpected turn. Again.

A thin, easy-going grin spread on his visage. Her quips were the kind of language Bryce easily grew comfortable with, as often times he adopted the very same. The holo came to an abrupt end, and the agent wasn't surprised. " Easily enough. " He said to himself, making quick work of the caller ID and location.

Bryce stayed in his vehicle for a few long minutes, icey kiroshis examining the general surroundings with due diligence. Could never be too careful, even if he had the means to defend himself. After one last draw of his cigarette, he gathered his coat, and a NetWatch issued duffel bag...

His hands were hooked into the pockets of his coat, which concealed a pistol. None too surprising in this day and age, as all carried one way or the other. Even still, he was taking in every detail, impressed, and almost feeling right at home with the aesthetics. After a moment of admiration, his eyes ended up meeting with the cold, unblinking eye of a camera. " Any day... " He kept his gaze on it, making himself known.

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Bryce didn't often affiliate himself with fixers of any ilk. That kind of rabbel usally was the reason he was called in the first place, as fixers often poke around the net scouring for data and resources - not always legally either.

But like most in his shoes; caught up in a corps ranks, he didn't always play by the rules. For Mosley himself has motives and goals that not even NetWatch could fully provide for him. Naturally his shady dealings outside of the corp were FOR the corp, just not by the book.

But this call in particular... was different. There was the spearheading fact that he had no idea how this individual got his information to chat him up on the holo, but whats more is after a quick background check of the number, this wasn't just any boring old fixer... Far from it.

" As charming as you are reputed to be... Let's start with two simple inquiries. How, and why did you klep my personal number? "

Bryce's tone was steady, flat, and deeply unreadable from this standpoint. The Kiroshi holo-image would display a distorted image of his visage protecting his indentity.

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Bryce didn't answer right away, his cyberized fingers nimble and quick as they pressed a few buttons on the small interface panel beneath a piece of the bots armor. Ice curulean eyes gave their attention to Kerry while he continued to type - almost as if the agent himself was a robot with how effortless this seemed.

" Please..." His voice cool, leaning on sarcastic. " The bots haven't... correct. But you've certainly made a right mess of their original programming. I'll save you the NetWatch jargon and make it simple... "

The agent closed the metal panel, but when there was no reaction on the bots end, he sneered before hitting the side of it's head with his fist. None too hard, of course.

" Your security bots were flagged as unauthorized. Cracking their codes is doubtless fun... For an ignoramus, unaware of AI that could render it altogether unpleasant. "

Bryce let out an exhale through his nose, hands on his hips with his chin held proudly high.

" Between you and me, your repurposing of these bots is rather amusing. So, I'll report back to NetWatch a mission success on my part, leaving the rest of your friends as they are. And Kerry... Quit jailbreaking. And if you do... do it right. "

A lull, static drone came from the comms in reply. The image which now displayed on every screen possible was ironic, to say the least...

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Along with a tedious sentence on proper net browsing etiquette.

Like clockwork, Bryce had been at the manor's gate, unlocking it with a bypass as if it was his own residence, freely, and without delay. The first robot to greet him seemed to attempt in persuading Bryce to leave with it's intimidating stature and red sights. Before it's weapon could be so much as raised - Bryce's irises gleamed a soft shade of maroon and orange, ultimately rendering it harmless to the agent as he was examining it's interface systems.

" NetWatch has a warrant on this property. These bots... Not quite factory tuned, are they? Clever... For a rockerboy. " Bryce said with his all-knowing smirk that almost came across as a sneer. Then again, all corp's smile like that. As if that expression alone were an insult.

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A lull, static drone came from the comms in reply. The image which now displayed on every screen possible was ironic, to say the least...

[ THIS PAGE CANNOT BE DISPLAYED. FOR HELP, PLEASE CONTACT NETWATCH ]

Along with a tedious sentence on proper net browsing etiquette.

Like clockwork, Bryce had been at the manor's gate, unlocking it with a bypass as if it was his own residence, freely, and without delay. The first robot to greet him seemed to attempt in persuading Bryce to leave with it's intimidating stature and red sights. Before it's weapon could be so much as raised - Bryce's irises gleamed a soft shade of maroon and orange, ultimately rendering it harmless to the agent as he was examining it's interface systems.

" NetWatch has a warrant on this property. These bots... Not quite factory tuned, are they? Clever... For a rockerboy. " Bryce said with his all-knowing smirk that almost came across as a sneer. Then again, all corp's smile like that. As if that expression alone were an insult.

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Everyone in Night City and beyond went a little too far with the net, poking around places they shouldn't and repurposing AI to their personal niche. More commonly, if it wasn't the corp elite, it was the super rich...

Bryce would rather deal with a fellow corp than a celebrity of Night City, but he was a valued agent and a slave to needs of NetWatch...

" Getting a little too personal, aren't we? "

The agent scoffed to himself, using the tools he had at his current disposal in North Oak, scouring a hot-spot within the area, or more specifically; the Eurodyne residence. The manor was guarded by a series of bots which were recently flagged as unauthorized. Not to mention a few odd devices within the home that had been 'jailbroken'

It started with the computer screens within the home, glitching between static breaks of red and blue before displaying the infamous NetWatch 'eye' and logo. The robots however... Remained unphased.

Bryce left them alone, but he used the local 'caller' system from the manors front gate to speak within the home.

" Consider it a friendly warning. I'll leave the bots to your pleasure, as they seem akin to your friends. "

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@axeattitude ⇛⇛⇛ Starter

Everyone in Night City and beyond went a little too far with the net, poking around places they shouldn't and repurposing AI to their personal niche. More commonly, if it wasn't the corp elite, it was the super rich...

Bryce would rather deal with a fellow corp than a celebrity of Night City, but he was a valued agent and a slave to needs of NetWatch...

" Getting a little too personal, aren't we? "

The agent scoffed to himself, using the tools he had at his current disposal in North Oak, scouring a hot-spot within the area, or more specifically; the Eurodyne residence. The manor was guarded by a series of bots which were recently flagged as unauthorized. Not to mention a few odd devices within the home that had been 'jailbroken'

It started with the computer screens within the home, glitching between static breaks of red and blue before displaying the infamous NetWatch 'eye' and logo. The robots however... Remained unphased.

Bryce left them alone, but he used the local 'caller' system from the manors front gate to speak within the home.

" Consider it a friendly warning. I'll leave the bots to your pleasure, as they seem akin to your friends. "

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Bryce Mosley | 25/??

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@dreamrcven ⯮⯮ Starter

“ If there's anything better, God kept it for himself. ”

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@rebootin ⯮⯮ Starter

“ Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky. ”

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" One thing hasnt changed though... Good guys still carry badges. "

Bryce Mosley of Cyberpunk 2077

Semi - Selevtive, Canon, Canon Divergent, Headcanon based, 21+

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Like for a one line starter of a quote from the book i'm currently reading!

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[ 🔒 ] what is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?

Ooh, just from being a reputed NetWatch agent alone he harbors many, many secrets. Not all of them his.

But, for him personally, I'd like to think Bryce Mosley, In his downtime, is rather easy going and enjoyable to be around. In no way is he this way with anyone he might be affiliated with in the corpo world, but his secret is a desire to be around likeminded, passionate individuals. A 'simpler, better time.'

[ 🧨 ] what’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

Classless insults of any nature, and downplaying his physical ability.

Ego insults. Bryce Moisley is a dangerous netrunner. Though the game has V knock him down relatively easy, the dude is packing cyberware throughout half of his body and then some. NetWatch fits their special agents with capabilities that reflect in Netspace, and Realspace. To my mind, He would have done more than just 'push' V's arm away.

He is a corpo in all respects. So bruising his ego is a quick way to fire him up. His natural nature to be cool and clever with speechcraft keeps him level headed. To a point.

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@lovvergrl ⇛⇛⇛ Starter

Bryce was neck-deep in work, scouring the net, keeping VDB 'runners at bay - you name it. For hours on end he was in netspace, doing his lawful duty. Rarely, however, was he pulled from his work by his cameras being pinged...

Once he returned to realspace, detatching the wiring from behind his 'ear', he took note to an unfamiliar stranger seemingly unaware of the many eyes he had around the building. NetWatch never made it obvious where they were, after all. Unless it was necessary. In this case, staying hidden was the key. So, you could say this brought about a sense of irritation in the netrunner agent.

Bryce stood up and swiftly went to his nearest laptop, evaluating this stranger. They didn't seem a part of the Voodoo's, but still you never could be certain as they had a knack of hiring outside help.

It was easy enough to get ahold of the comms systems within the abandoned hotel, and even though this place was dank, dark and as old as he was, they worked well enough to be heard.

" You're in a sector currently under NetWatch surveillance. Step away, I won't ask again. "

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@shiranken ⇛⇛⇛ Starter

Bryce didn't often affiliate himself with fixers of any ilk. That kind of rabbel usally was the reason he was called in the first place, as fixers often poke around the net scouring for data and resources - not always legally either.

But like most in his shoes; caught up in a corps ranks, he didn't always play by the rules. For Mosley himself has motives and goals that not even NetWatch could fully provide for him. Naturally his shady dealings outside of the corp were FOR the corp, just not by the book.

But this call in particular... was different. There was the spearheading fact that he had no idea how this individual got his information to chat him up on the holo, but whats more is after a quick background check of the number, this wasn't just any boring old fixer... Far from it.

" As charming as you are reputed to be... Let's start with two simple inquiries. How, and why did you klep my personal number? "

Bryce's tone was steady, flat, and deeply unreadable from this standpoint. The Kiroshi holo-image would display a distorted image of his visage protecting his indentity.

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i need to know what's going on. / from taron!

Bryce had a feeling. Something about this individual was different, and he should abandon his ways of conversing in a coy manner and be straight to the point.

" Sure. " Bryce turned his back to Taron, only to slip a shard from his NetWatch issued laptop. He examined the shard himself first as if he didn't already know what it contained. " Everything you need to know is on this here shard. " And while Mosley was speaking confidently, he was still careful.

" The data you requested, right? I dug up all i could find. " The agent scoffed softly, giving his usual cocky smirk.

" But, it's scarcely little. "

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