Late night client.

Rita pulled the induction plugs from her neck and temple. She had attacked the rejection ice to accept the host from two sides. A trick she had figured out. She had also calibrated the Nuro-interfaces between what remained of the nerves her patient's arm. The cyber sensors needed to be calibrated just right to work. With a few weeks rest the circuits mesh with the patient's flesh becoming one. Wiping blood from her hands on the white towels she kept next to the surgical tray she smiled.

"The arm should function within normal parameters, if you let it heal for a couple weeks," she said, knowing full well that the fool would probably use in in the next day or two.
She ran a nice clinic by day and at night, some of the shader members came to town. The ones that did not want questions asked and more importantly paid in untraceable credits.

"If you get to aggressive with it the connections will break, and I will be harvesting it from your corpse," She added.

The goon of a man looked at her and ran the diagnostics on the forearm. He wiggled his fingers and let the weapon inside spin up.

"It is not loaded," she said.
"You will have to get the ammunition someplace else. Can't have patients think they can just kill the doc to get out of paying," she added holding out her chip reader waiting for the transfer.

She smiled as he slotted the chip and the reader acknowledged the transfer. The patient left with a fixer. After collecting a little bit of blood and original skin, she hit buttons for the surgical bay to be cleaned and sterilized. Going back to her office she slid a sample into the DNA Sequencer and coded the pictures of the goon and the fixer.

Rita had a gift with electronic. She could slice a circuit or lock with the best of them. Rita was 99.9% original equipment and unaltered. Apart from the induction jacks hidden in her hair and the enhancement to brain's nervous system she had no other cyber or bioware. Rita was not against augmentations, that is how she made her money. But when it came to her body, it was a vanity thing.

Many of the late-night clients were getting recycled ware. Things removed from cadavers and sold on the black market.