Guess even pneumatic arms can't lift morale in a toxic workplace.

Johnny: Sit and rest. Don't need you flatlinin' while we got a job to do.
V: Blah blah blah, fuck Arasaka, blah blah, smash Mikoshi.

Selected mode: Stone Cold Killer. Happy slaughtering!

Seedy bars, betrayal, a beguiling woman... Sounds like something out of a pulpy noir thriller.
"Pepe was used to listening to his customers' complaints. But now it was he who needed to get something off his chest. It was the same old story - an unfaithful wife, in a city where everything was uncertain..."

If planting bombs net enough, what can you do? You become bomb.