The room was filled with silence as no one knew what to say
“Look it's getting dark I would recommend that you lot head home and keep your heads down for a little while.” Before we could leave Reese had something else to say. “Remember information like this, is going to cost you.”
“How much” I asked
“I don’t want your damm eddies. Have you forgotten how we Knight Riders paid each other?”
I forgot all about our unique currency system. We use gold coins as a sort of second currency, which can only be used at certain places affiliated with Afterlife These coins however aren't easily accessible, as the only way to earn them is by completing jobs that a fixer gives you who is affiliated with Afterlife.
When it comes to purchasing goods or services, the number of coins required varies depending on what you are buying. For example, if you want information about something, it will cost you one to five coin maximum. However, if you're looking to buy guns, the cost will depend on the type and number of guns you need. In my case, because Eve and Ivy were custom-made for me it cost me an extraordinary amount of coins.
It's important to note that these coins have no value outside of Knight Rider’s and the Afterlife.
“Your guns, give to me then,” Reese said calmly, acting as though Eve and Ivy didn’t have any value,
This pissed me off, “No way. If you think I'm going to give these!” I pulled up the two handguns “You are gravely mistaken pal! Look I don’t have any coins on me at the moment because why the hell would I walk around the streets of NC with gold coins, but I'm sure I have some lying around in my apartment”
Henry pulled out a gold coin and handed it to Reese. “Here, take it”
“Henry bailing you out again Max... You never change Max, you never change. I suggest you lot take my advice and go home.”
With the payment sorted we decided to take Reese’s advice as it was getting late and judging that fact since we got involved in Patriot’s business it would be best to lay low for a while as they would probably be searching for us.
But let me tell you something I wanted to punch that prick so bloody badly, what he said about how I never change surprises me, as Reese is still the paranoid freak he once was when I first met him. Henry could see the amount of anger I was feeling.
“Max. I know how badly you want to kill Reese, but you can’t. Remember the rule “No Knight Rider kills another without severe consequences. Come on let's go home.”
The anger needed to be let out, the only closet thing I could find was Reese’s trashcan. I looked at the trashcan channeling the anger before running towards it and then.
BANG!
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The trashcan went flying across the street along with whatever rubbish Reese had thrown away. But that didn’t help with the rage, it made it worse. Not wanting to be in this street anymore I told Henry and Suzi to get in the car and the Delamain to take us to our designated homes.
As the Delamain left, Reese was standing at his window and had seen Max kick over his trash can, he pulled out his phone and made a call to someone.
The road trip back was awkward, I was in an inferno rage, and Henry was concerned that I would lose control. As for Suzi, she did look like she wanted to say something but felt that it wasn’t the appropriate time.
Henry’s house was first, he got out of the car and said his goodbye but it's something he said that stuck with me it was.
“Max. Don’t lose it. Don’t become that monster you keep inside. I'll text you tomorrow, I expect you to respond.”
He was concerned about me as he should be, he's been my best friend since we were four, he knows better than anyone in Night City and he knows how much carnage I can cause. Only if I let myself get consumed but the monster inside of me.
Delamain arrived outside of my apartment complex. Before heading to my apartment, I told Delamain to take care of Suzi for me, and with that, I said my goodbyes and headed for my apartment.
“Home sweet home,” I said, stepping inside my apartment.
I could still feel the rage building up inside, I knew that kicking over Reese's trash can didn’t calm me down in the slightest. I began to look around and noticed my guitar lying against my amp for the guitar.
“Sure, miss letting loose with my guitar. But is it worth getting a noise complaint tonight?” I thought to myself before eventually saying, “Fuck the noise complaint and fuck the neighbors as well. Those bastards have been blaring the loud shitty music for the past fortnight. And don’t get me started on the constant arguing of the family next door as well.”
I picked up the guitar and turned on the amp, setting it to the highest volume.
As I held the guitar tightly in my hand, I braced myself for what I was about to do. I took a deep breath and allowed my emotions to spill out through my fingertips as I played the first notes, softly and slowly.
The sound of the guitar was raw and emotional as if it was telling a story of its own. With each passing moment, I felt the tempo and volume increase as I poured more of myself into the music.
The sound of the guitar was so epic and intense that I could feel the music through my body, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before the entire neighborhood would hear it. But I didn't care. I was just trying to calm myself down and the guitar was the only way I knew how.
As the ending was getting closer. I got lost in the moment and grabbed the top of the guitar with both hands and began to smash it against the floor, over and over again. The sound of the guitar breaking apart was almost as powerful as the music itself, and I felt a sense of release with each hit.
Finally, I threw the remains of the guitar against the wall, watching as it shattered into a million pieces.
As I stood there, breathing heavily, laughing to myself, I knew that I had found a way to express myself in a way that words could never do justice.
My phone began to ring, I thought it would be a noise complaint I was expecting. I picked up the phone and began expecting the worst.
Max: *Breathing heavily* “Hello.”
???: “Max. Is that you?”
Max: “Yeah it is. Who is it?”
???: “It's Rita. You remember me, right?”
Max: “Oh...Uh...Yeah, I remember. Do you need me for something?”
Rita: “No. I was just checking to see if this was your number.”
Max: “Oh...Ok...Umm...Do you want to come over to my place for a while?”
Rita: “Aww. That’s very sweet of you Max, but I’m rather busy with the Mox at the moment. Maybe another time. See you around Max.”
---Call Ended---
Glancing at my phone I noticed that it had just passed 12 o'clock and I was exhausted and was ready to call it a day.
Laying in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, I began slowly closing my eyes and eventually falling asleep.
As Max drifts off to sleep he begins having a flashback to memories he had while part of the Almano Crime Family.