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Arima... Hm.
I'll fire up the old Network and see what we can get.
While I'm doing that, I'll explain my body to you.
First and most important is that my brain is the only original bit left. Everything else, including my blood, is either synthetic (like Ashley) or robotic and artificial.
My organs are mostly synthetic, while my body is mostly artificial. I can do nifty stuff with most of my body. Integrated body armor made of carbon nanosteel, running along my legs and arms, tungsten carbide for my chest and head. My visor can see thermals and in the dark, and my hands can either turn into a silenced dart gun (with heavy, lethal darts, or sleeper darts) while my other arm is a sheathe for a combat knife. If I like, I can bring my long vibrosword, or a long microtooth electric chain sword.
I'm the million dollar man, and it didn't cost me a dime. Hell yeaaaaah.
Okay, so: She lives in the penthouse of a pretty tall skyscraper with hired security. I'm a wanted man, so I have to avoid being seen or photographed. Furthermore, I need a plan of approach. I can see a few viable options...
1. Enter at night, make my way up from ground floor.
2. Enter from roof with my specialised stealth mech.
Or... something else? Aw, hell, not the Silver Shield. Those guys are a pain in the ass.
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