I swear with my V they must have so much worry cause they keep sending him to delicate jobs he doesn't care about and becomes a walking blender that paints rooms in human remains.
What's worse for the poor fixers is that most of them are seeing this through V's implants. Surely though after the third mission like this they should understand not to expect delicate job but for every man and women in a mile radius to look like mince.
Anyone else give their fixers PTSD?