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Japantown,
Three days had gone by, and that itch had turned into a headache. Cypher knew what he needed to do to make the Leaper, but he couldn't make it in the city. He had paid back the loan shop on Jig Jig Street, and he still had plenty of money.
The problem was that once three days had passed, Leaper turned into a headache, and a new itch appeared. This one he didn't recognise from anywhere. It was called Quantum Condom, a supposed spray-like substance that you just spray on your dong and pump all the load you want right in the baby-maker, no consequences.
Heck, making it was super-easy with the help of the Sonic Screwdriver, as he didn't need any special machine to program the tiny charged particles that combine to make up the spray. Its concept was simple: the special charged particles work like an invisible, barely noticeable coating on the dick. When the pump cos to dump, the sa charged particles also combine with the fluids and pretty much kill the sperm's ability to continue the process.
He couldn't build the Leaper, so he made the Quantum Condom.
Between his other projects, all it took him was a single day to fully make the prototype. Most of the ti was spent creating the special particles, as it required so semi-rare elents in heaps. Programming them was the easy part, thanks to the screwdriver. To try it, he went to the bathroom, lowered his pants, and sprayed the soothing, warm spray on his cock. But then he realised…
"Wait a sec, how do I even test it out? It's not like I keep a breedable pussy stashed in my closet."
He really couldn't feel anything. Even when he stroked himself, he felt nothing. Only when he applied it did he feel a bit warm. There was no way of knowing if it was really working.
Can't I sell this patent?
He reckoned Gene-Tek, the company behind RealSkinn, might show interest, even Biotechnica. The real ga was making both companies compete for it, and that was the hardest part. For now, he needed to test the thing and its limitations.
But at least, the itch was gone. And ever since that night with Rita, he had been feeling fresh, waking up each morning with a jump of excitent. Sex really was a drug for him, the good type.
Hmm… Judy should be able to help.
He knew that Judy knew many Dolls. What he needed were independent Joytoys who'd be able to test his product on their clients.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Alarms started to blare suddenly. It was the middle of the night, and he wasn't expecting any guests.
Fuckers took the bait?
Cypher pulled his pants up fast and ran to his computer. He looked through the alleyway cara, and sure enough, there were five guys, and Nash, of course.
Got you!
That was the whole reason behind getting that damn apartnt in Japantown. Even if they all died there, most would think Tyger Claw, not Cypher. And that door was the only entrance to his place. They had to open it to get him, and he had just the weapon to kill them all.
"Open the fucking door, Cypher! I know you're in there!"
He stared at the screen, Nash shouting outside. All six n were standing in front of the door since there was no more space around. On the right was an elevator, and on the left were stairs. He didn't respond to the shouting and just holstered a handgun on his belt first.
Then, he grabbed two DL-18 blaster pistols, loading the power packs in each.
"We won't hurt you! Open the door!"
Cypher sneered, seeing how openly the fuckers were showing their weapons. And they weren't even the small kind. They had co with full assault rifles.
Finally, he saw soone crouching in front of his door's lock, trying to tech their way in. But that was Cypher's cue; he walked close to the apartnt's door, standing just a ter from it. He aid both plasma blasters, one high and the other low.
This is it. I can go ho after this shit.
"Cypher! This is your las—"
Pew!
He didn't let Nash finish shouting. A total of two hundred shots he blasted, his fingers pulling the triggers so fast that it felt like a machine gun. The red bolts dotted black, lting holes in his door, each crossing over.
While he shot, he didn't look at the door. No, he looked to his right at the computer screen so he could adjust his shot according to the cara feed. The one trying to pick his lock died instantly as a bolt passed through his head. The others died a slow and painful death, getting hit on the chest, stomach, or legs.
The burning sll coated the entire room. Smoke covered the outside as so trash caught fire.
"Fuck! No, no!"
He saw a figure running away from the corner. Nash was standing farthest behind and hence had the stairs to jump towards on his right. The fucker had leapt sideways after using his underling as a at shield.
Nash had to die. He was the only man who connected Cypher to the Wraiths.
Without wasting ti, he jumped into action. With all the other n outside dead, he used the Sonic Screwdriver to fully shut the door and brick its system so it couldn't be opened with any technological ans.
Then he hid the DL-18 blasters and opened the apartnt's window. He'd prepared an escape plan just in case and used a rope ladder to quickly climb down. He jumped the last few steps, falling on his knees painfully.
Right then, a Type-66 car zood past him. He was quick to aim his Sonic Screwdriver and do whatever damage he could to the rear left wheel.
A quick look around, and he saw a motorbike parked across the street. He ran to it, unlocked it with the screwdriver, and revved after Nash, rapidly catching up as the fucker couldn't go too fast with a busted tire.
Alright, just one fucking shot.
He grabbed his normal pistol and aid. Driving and shooting, he was good and confident in those two. He aid to shoot Nash in the head through the rear window. Sadly, there was no rear window on that car.
Cypher drove faster to reach the side.
Bang!
But then Nash started shooting back at him. That was bad; it would alert the NCPD and make a ss out of everything. His plasma-massacre was mostly silent, not sounding like gunshots. But this…
Bang!
"What the fuck?"
Right then, another gunshot ca, but this ti from behind. He glanced back, and there were three weirdly dressed Tyger Claw gangoons chasing after him on two bikes. That made him realize sothing, and he looked at the bike he was driving.
"..."
Fuck! I stole a Tyger Claw bike!
There was no going back now. He rode faster, killing Nash was the most important. He lived in Badlands, not in Night City. He could deal with the Tyger Claws later.
Bang!
Agh! Fuck!
Sure, Tyger Claws weren't as fast as him, but they seed to have a decent aim as a bullet brushed his right arm, wounding him, but not deeply. He still tried to ride faster, keeping up with Nash. But since Nash himself wasn't going that fast, that put him in a pickle.
Finally, making a quick decision, he used his glasses to call Rita. Her face appeared in his AR, but she couldn't see anything.
"Well, well, look who finally called. Better not be angling for another date because my legs are still jelly. You wrecked good last ti."
Hard? Seriously? Now?
Cypher almost cursed his cock. The fucker had a mind of its own.
"No ti, Rita. You know any Edgerunner crew running Japantown right now? I need a team, pronto."
"I can co over if you need iron."
"No, Rita, I need sobody right this second. It's legit life or death. Anybody'll do, I don't care." He dropped low as another gunshot cracked off, then a whole burst right after. The Tyger Claws behind him were losing their minds.
There was a montary pause. He saw worry on Rita's face in the call. Her eyes shone for a few seconds before she spoke again.
"I know one, should be in Japantown. It's a crew run by this big guy Maine. Here, patching your call through to him."
Maine? Huh, better than soone random.
Cypher heard the call go through, his eyes focused on Nash's car. He could guess where the bastard was headed, Badlands, where else? From that, he knew what route he was going to take.
"Who's it?"
He heard a masculine, thick voice and responded, "Maine? How soon can your crew hit Republic and Vine?"
"You is?"
"Cypher Blackwell, need so iron, it's an ergency."
"How hot?"
"Bullets cracking over my head, hot! Tyger Claws chasing through Japantown!" Cypher explained fast. "I'm chasing another guy."
"Huh? You chasing a Tyger Claw?"
"No, a… Nomad."
"Why the Tyger Claws on your ass?"
"Because I stole their damn bike."
"Then ditch it, choom."
"..."
"Fuck! I'm chasing another guy, rember? Gotta flatline him. You coming or not?"
"So you want to fight the Tyger Claws or the Nomad?"
"Tyger Claws, I need them off my back, man. I just passed Silk Road West, probably rolling toward the Badlands. How fast can you get here?"
There was static for a second. Then ca a female voice.
"ETA is six minutes."
The call got disconnected after that.
Cypher sighed and focused on the road. As he passed under traffic lights, he activated the Sonic Screwdriver and changed them to red. The Tyger Claws didn't care about traffic rules, but it increased their chances of hitting soone.
What a fucking ss. I'm gonna kill this fucker slowly.
He was still focused.
Nash had to die at all costs.
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