“The job seemed simple enough. OR Co. replicants had banded together and need to be dealt with. Simple, right? Well, you read the specs and you see that OR Co models are tough. And they take great pleasure in pain. The pain of whoever steps in their way.

The day started fine. They got the jump on us but so what? The first thing we did was sic Tyrell on a Replicant and he arrested him in seconds. That was one of the last things that went well. Soon enough there were six of us on the field. Yeah, we scored, but they had all day to beat us down and run all over us. By the half, there were only five.

Well, when the going gets tough, the tough leave and call in Blade Runners. Good thing we were already here. There were a few extra teeth on the ground, and a lot of blood spilled, but we damn-near came away with the win. Max had busted loose to the backfield while the Replicants had swarmed up. He was almost out of reach, checked over his shoulder to see if he'd been spotted and decided to put a little more distance between him and the beefy pursuit.

Bad move. We're still stiching him up. He'll make it, provided I don't kill him first.

It wasn't a total wash though - the Replicants almost forgot to go for the win. By the time they remembered, it was too late to get their A squad into position and the play fell apart. We got a tie, but it feels like a loss. Maybe I can line up a match against some Expert Lifelike Forms models. Hey, a man's got to dream, right?”