Crammed firmly into the slums of the south district; the Hardline is stocked with questionable spirits and beer that may well be nothing more than hopped rainwater. The bar isn\'t known for a good time, it\'s the place to be when you want out. When you\'ve had enough of nutrient packs and kibble, when you\'re through stuffing yourself into sleep capsules and paying for your right to exist: You trade some asshole twenty cartons of menthols for a beat-up Tamayura with two mags; and you go get yours. How you get it is up to you.