'...You best pick up the phone when I call, or you should lose this number'.

The words from Nico, their Fixer, bounce around in ISO's head, as Sedoy gathers up the last of her things. She flits around her desk, organizing and arranging her workbench with near-manic energy from her recently injested Synth***. ISO rolls his eyes, he glances at his agent, checking the time.

Their last gig from Nico didn't go as well as it could have, so he waits patiently for Sedoy to finish up... whatever she's doing.