Close your eyes. Picture a dark street. The moon hidden behind

the city's thick smog. A harsh stab of pink and yellow neon from

the commercial billboards piercing the gloom, the only

light left to highlight the contours of your rain soaked

face. You're staring down a trio of rough,

boostergang thugs, decked out in lethal looking

cyberware, a look in their eyes that says "you're

dead, choom". Take a breath. Nothing left but

you and the clink of your cold metal-augmented

right hand, against the steel hammer of your semi-

automatic pistol. Now, all you need is the right soundtrack...