"When do we meet?"
"Heard about you."
"Heard NetWatch is messing in Pacifica."
"When do we meet? Face to face."
"Heard NetWatch has been hanging around lately."
"Heard about you. Call you the Last Corpo in Pacifica."
"Never."
"I don't got a name, don't got a face."
"To you, I'm Mr. Hands, guy on the phone. Take it or fuck off."
"Demand's always high. Was just a matter of tweaking the supply, if you get my drift."
"But, by the by, where'd you hear that?"
"In a former life."
"Everyone's got one, huh?"
"Opened a goddamn gate to hell in that GIM. Got those Voodoo Boys sittin' in their runnin' chairs so bad, power use in the whole district dropped by half."
"You worried?"
"Know what keeps biz flowin', V? The status quo. You ain't got that, biz goes to shit."
"Next time, don't ask about shit like that over the phone."
"How'd you wind up with Pacifica?"
"How'd you wind up with Pacifica in your hands, Hands?"
"Belong together. I used to be somebody, now I'm under the radar."
"Same here. Lot more going down in Pacifica than people think. And once they do think, it'll be too late."
"Gotta run."
"Gotta go."
"Don't waste any time."
"They call me Mr. Hands. If you're looking for Pacifica jobs, call me."
"Name's V. And what, no \"pleased to meet yous\"?"
"I'm truly honored to meet you."
"V, welcome to Pacifica."
"You got any biz, call me."
"Pretty quick on the dial – just got here."
"That's the biz. Be in touch."
