Welcome to Night City!

Hear the dull background roar of traffic! Smell the unique scent of trash and smog and plastic! See the artful graffiti over worn walls, illuminated by harsh artificial lighting! This filthy run-down alleyway in Arroyo is an excellent holiday destination. There's even a homeless guy asleep in a corner.

His instinctive startle reflex is to cast Time Stop and then figure out what the fuck.

In the next (subjective) 12 seconds he determines that: 1) this is not an assassination attempt; 2) those lights that don't look like a Continual Flame also don't show up to Arcane Sight; and 3) this place really stinks.

Tongues. Dominate Person on the homeless guy: ANSWER MY QUESTIONS TRUTHFULLY. "Where am I?". (If the guy managed to sleep through that he'll wake him up and try again).

"What the fuck you're in my alley! Are you with the 'tinos? I didn't do nothing!"

"You are going to ANSWER MY QUESTIONS until I understand what's going on, and then I will leave you alone because clearly no one will believe anything you say anyway" (even if they would he'd just erase his memory, he may be Evil but he doesn't kill people when he doesn't have to). "Now, like I said, where am I?"

"Jesus fuck, Night City, magic man. Arroyo! Southeast part of the city. Valentino territory."

"Who's the most powerful person in the city whose name you know?" (This guy is kind of useless and that's a good way to find someone better than that).

"The most deadly son of a bitch in the city is obviously Adam Smasher. Scary mother fucking borg working for some Arasaka prick."

And is this Smasher person in a scryable location?

Adam Smasher is currently cleaning and double checking some of his many, many guns in a mostly bare metal room.

Scales of Deflection (he's encountered guns before and knows how they treat armor that tries to block them instead of redirect them). Invisibility. Greater Teleport. Does he bump into him invisibly standing perfectly still in a corner before the ten-minute casting time of Geas is over?

Adam Smasher continues cleaning his weapons, appearing completely nonchalant, as he tries to pin down the location of the fucking ninja who thought he could sneak up on him. Nothing in any EM band, no loud sounds...

...But you still breathe, bitch.

After finishing with maintenance on a Burya, he looks it over, moves as if to put it to the side just like all the rest, and-

-Turns his wrist without the rest of his body and fires two high velocity steel slugs out the brutal Soviet revolver into the corner of the room he's tracked the breathing to, even as he also leaps from the heavy steel chair and launches all four hundred pounds of his metal frame towards the intruder, sweeping his limbs in entirely unnatural ways permitted only by being a full mechanical conversion rather than weak meat.

AC 48 says lol.

Okay, Geas isn't gonna cut it, Greater Possession.

Is he really sure about that. The Burya is basically a handheld fucking autocannon and Smasher is very very very good at killing things in melee. Oh, and also his shoulder mounted machine gun is firing now too-

-He fails the save, though.

And now we are going to stop firing things, stop moving, call of any alarms that might have been raised, and sit down, so he can go back to laying that Geas, got it? (he's gotten way less frustrated with people since he realized that if you don't like what they're doing you can just make them stop).

Tch. Too bad that Adam Smasher randomly screaming and shooting at thin air isn't exactly unprecedented. He's definitely not going to help the fucker engage with his systems or volunteer any code words or anything though.

He's going to probe at whatever this fuckery is for weakness the entire time.

He can try.

Geas: DO NOT RESIST MY SPELLS. Pop out of him. Dominate Person. DON'T TRY TO CALL FOR HELP OR LEAVE.

(he's visible again)

What about trying to kill him again. That's not calling for help or leaving.

That's kind of annoying. DON'T MOVE.

He's not going to bother trying to get him to tell him stuff. Detect Thoughts.

Hate. Analysis of the threat. Fucking MEAT with TRICKS barged into his HOME when he was on DOWNTIME and is probably going to kill him when it's done with him. This isn't a normal hack. Vivid mental images of murdering the ninja for SNEAKING AROUND and fucking with his head. Comparisons to past fights; Using his hacks, his rocket launcher, his limbs, his machine gun and his array of lovely firearms. Is this how Adam Fucking Smasher who crawled up from the gutter goes out? Fuck off and die, sneakmeat.

Well apparently he's not going to think of anything useful on his own.

ANSWER MY QUESTIONS (If you let them lie they usually don't realize you can tell what the truth would have been from their thoughts). "Who might check on you?".

"Dispatcher." Or Yorinobu, or someone on Dispatch's team, or those public relations meatbags. He legitimately does not recall most of these folks' face or name, he doesn't care enough. He could look at recordings to get more info but fuck this guy. He knows Yorinobu though; He's the one currently holding his mercenary contract and he does have some minimal standards.

(Oh, this guy has a boss, sounds like he might be a good next target).

"When would that happen?" (he'll make him access those logs after he's gotten whatever he can get from him not knowing that his thoughts are being read).