When a Johnson wants to move up the corporate ladder, he throws a party to get recognized. It's your job to get the best drink money can provide. And that drink just happens to be made down in Aztlan. Just remember, you have to drink the worm.
The project was simple - take criminals convicted for life, implant psychological control cyberware, and employ them as disposable tools for whatever dirty work is required. But what happens when the tools decide not to come back?