Tonight's schedule was to complete the final item of the deal with Kantao—handing over James Norris's prosthetics.
In the car, Cheson asked curiously, "Buddy, why do you have a bump on your head? Did you get hurt?"
Lille responded calmly, "It's nothing, I hit myself. Tell me about the situation on Kantao's side."
"I don't know who specifically is in charge over there, but it's someone high-ranking. You know, Eastern Enterprises don't usually show their faces in these matters."
"High-ranking? How high do you estimate?"
"It is said... equivalent to the deputy director of Arasaka's operations department stationed in Night City. Quite formidable."
After Cheson finished, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, but none of the three smoked.
"Not smoking is good... healthy." Cheson put the pack away and continued, "Here's the thing, even though Kantao doesn't like to get involved in these things, the wind suddenly changed recently.