Chapter 27: Is There Anything Wrong With Calling the NCPD?
The operator hung up the phone, grabbed a handful of documents, and sprinted toward the NCPD Director's office.
"Director, we've got a situation that might need your personal attention," he said, slightly out of breath.
The bald director rubbed his shiny scalp, visibly annoyed. In Night City, a hairless head wasn't just a matter of genes—it was the natural result of stress-induced shedding. If you still had hair, you probably weren't doing your job.
He took the file, flipping through its contents. With every line he read, his scowl deepened.
"Someone in Pacifica... called in a cyberpsycho attack?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir."
"And they've been paying property taxes in Pacifica for over a decade?"
"Correct, sir."
The director groaned, scratching harder. "Goddamn it. Cyberpsychos running wild in the middle of the day, and they're targeting one of our taxpayers? Dispatch MaxTac immediately!"
"Understood."
The operator blinked. Was this really the NCPD? The same agency that couldn't be bothered to protect their own HQ sometimes? Now they were deploying MaxTac—to Pacifica?