Cypher ducked and kept up with Nash while shooting back at the Tyger Claws. He was closing in on the edge of Japantown, and Vista Del Rey was Valentino's territory. But he didn't delude himself into thinking that the Tyger Claws would stop chasing him.
Bang!
He took an aid shot and flattened the tires of one of the two motorbikes following. But that intensified the shots being fired back at him.
Cypher counted the minutes in his head, waiting for Maine and his crew to appear.
Bang!
Fuck!
Nash was still shooting back at him whenever the fucker got a chance. That left Cypher sandwiched between the two fronts.
As expected, Nash took two turns from Japantown South and then Republic & Vine, heading straight towards the Badlands. Cypher tried to shoot more tires to stop Nash. But the Tyger Claws were too insane to give up.
Should've bought so grenades or sothing.
Once again, he tried to aim back and shoot at the Tyger Claws. Getting rid of them would leave him free to deal with Nash. It was getting clearer and clearer that Maine wouldn't arrive on ti. They had already crossed the Petrochem facility.
Grrrrr!
But just as he saw Nash cross Republic East and arrive at the intersection, he heard the roar of an engine. From the left, a large Chevillon Emperor car was approaching at full speed and…
Crash!
The car slamd into Nash's Type-66. The Emperor was a larger vehicle to begin with; Nash's car took a hard T-bone, skidding and rolling off the road into a dirt field littered with trash.
Bang!
Bang!
The next second, the Emperor's doors opened, and a few figures jumped out. The first one was a short woman of white skin with a faint blue tint that contrasted with pink tattoos on her neck. Her green hair, made into pigtails, tossed around as she shot at the Tyger Claws.
Then appeared another overly tall woman with short blonde hair and strong facial features. Her bare tal cyberware legs were overly exposed.
Finally, there were two n, one with a mohawk and large golden robotic hands. The other was a massive, absurdly tall man with blonde hair and a big grin on his face.
Cypher recognised all of them. Rebecca, Dorio, Pilar, and Maine. They stopped Tyger Claws' chase relatively quickly, choosing to shoot their motorbike rather than them directly. Monts later, the motorbike exploded.
"That all they got? Where's the rest of those chasers at?" Maine asked relaxedly, leaning lazily against the hood of his car. Everybody had stopped blasting except Rebecca, who was still dumping rounds into the burning bike.
Cypher waved, having skidded to a halt. He got off his motorbike and walked towards Nash's crashed car. "Yeah, dealt with the other myself. Gim a second, I gotta sort this one out first."
Alert, his normal gun out, he walked up to Nash's car. It had rolled a few tis before landing on its wheels again. It was a complete wreck; its roof caved in significantly. But still, the car was made and modified for Badlands; it was stronger than an average car.
Nash was visibly wounded, unmoving, bleeding from his head and face.
Cypher neared the window and aid his gun at Nash's temple. "Won't say goodnight to Night City?"
"Fuck you…" Nash grumbled, barely awake. "You think this is ove—"
"It ain't, I know. That's the thing about cockroaches, there's just way too damn many to wipe out. But all I need is a couple of weeks of quiet, so ti to gear up. After that, bring it on. I'll kill you all."
"You ca—"
Bang!
Cypher didn't bother listening and shot.
Bang!
He shot again just to be sure.
Bang!
Once more. Just in case there was so implant.
He felt cold-hearted. He hadn't killed anyone most of his first life. The first murder was of the CEO, and now, he didn't even feel anything. It didn't scare or bother him since he was killing the scum of the earth. But he wondered if the dead Cypher's body was influencing him into accepting this level of bare-faced violence.
Still unsatisfied, he looked back at Maine and his crew. "Got anything to smoke the car?"
"You got it, choom!" shouted Rebecca, taking a grenade out of her oversized jacket and throwing it in the car's window like it was a trick shot. She didn't even bother for Cypher to move away.
Fuck!
Cypher jumped away to save himself from the explosion.
Boom!
Nash's car exploded into flas, chunks of tal flying around.
It was now one less headache for Cypher to bother with. A dead, unrecognisable body would earn him so more ti. He didn't know how high Nash was amongst the Wraiths, and if soone would be searching for him. He did know that to the NCPD, Nash was just another number in cri statistics.
After seeing Nash's body burn for a while, he walked over to Maine and his crew. He shook hands with the rather tall man. It was unknown if Maine was really that tall or if it was all due to cyberware.
My bet's on Cyberware. Fits a future cyberpsycho.
"Na's Cypher Blackwell, sort of a techie." He introduced himself. "Appreciate you getting here so fast, man."
"Maine."
"Dorio."
"Pilar."
"Call Rebecca, choom. Or Becs, Becka, whatever floats your boat. So, you got the eddies to pay us? You don't look loaded. More like trashed-out joytoy junkie if you ask ."
"..."
Cypher was surprised by how spot-on she was.
"I got it," he said, transferring the amount that Rita had texted him because he personally had no idea how much it cost to hire an edgerunner crew. Even the dead Cypher didn't know. "I'm gonna bounce before more Tyger Claws roll up, or the NCPD sticks their nose in. Might have so gigs down the line, you guys'll be the first I hit up. By the way, I specialise in fixing busted or glitchy cyberware, so if anything needs sorting, hit up at Vik's."
"The ripperdock?" asked Maine.
"Yeah, gonna set up a shop at his place," Cypher said, waving them goodbye. His arm was still bleeding, after all. MaxDoc was only good for painkillers and stopping bleeding. It didn't stitch the wounds.
He then got on the sa Tyger Claw motorbike and left. On the way, he called the only dic whose number he had. Since it was pretty late at night, it took so ti before the call was picked up.
"Who's this?"
"Hey, Gloria, it's , the guy from the race. The one you handed your card to. Yeah, so I caught a round in the arm, but the bullet ain't in there anymore, just shredded at. You think you could patch up?" He asked, driving towards the likely place she'd tell him to co to anyway. His AR glasses were pretty useful in showing the way.
"This late?"
"I'm bleeding, Gloria," Cypher said. "MaxDoc won't stitch it."
After a long silence and a sleepy yawn from the woman, she agreed.
"Fine, get to gabuilding H4. And don't even think about pulling any funny biz. I'm no defenceless doll. You try anything stupid, you'll catch way more than just a bullet in the do."
There was a slight accent in her voice that escaped in her sleepy state.
"Co on, ssing with the prettiest dtech in the city? Not happening. I'll be there in ten."
He ended the call and drove faster. He wanted to ditch the motorbike soon.
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Gloria jumped up from her bed to change into better work-suited clothes. She never really invited patients over to her place, nor entertained guests. But this ti it was different. She had a reason for doing this.
"Mijo?" She called for her son just to see his reaction and see if he was really asleep or just acting. For now, she was sure he was sleeping.
Quickly, she cleaned the ss around her house, prepared the coffee table with a tal tray, and all the needed dical items on it. She then gave a quick look around the apartnt to ensure nothing was visible that she didn't want to show.
Monts later, she heard a knock on the door, glad that the man wasn't a complete gonk to ring the bell at three in the morning. She didn't want to wake her son up and make his day at school a chore.
"Shh…" She opened the door, a pistol tucked in the back of her pants. "My son's sleeping. Don't make noise."
"You got it, doc."
She watched the man gesture with a zipper on his lips and walked in. She could see the wound on the arm and the dirt on the clothes. Sure enough, he'd co directly after a firefight, and she could sll the sulfur.
"Strip off your jacket and shirt, then plant your ass on the coffee table. Not the couch, got it? I'll grab you so water and sothing to bite on to."
"Just water's fine. The skin-pricking thing doesn't even register at this point."
A single brow rose, wondering what he ant by that. But who was she to ask? She gave him a glass of water and started preparing the tools. First, she prepared the wound cleaning tools, a foamy spray that would vanish on its own. No need to wipe or wait.
"Hm?"
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