This was it. We had one last chance to get this son of a bitch. We chased Sam all the way to the highway. As we got closer, we were able to see Sam’s black Mustang. “Max! Use this!” Henry passed me his submachine gun.

I put half of my body out of the window and started firing at Sam’s car. Annoyingly, Sam had called for backup on the way as bullets came flying towards us, causing me to get back inside the car. “Just keep the fucking car steady!” I instructed.

I reloaded the gun, put half my body out of the window, and started firing at the first wave of Sam’s backup. The cars coming to assist Sam were blacked-out SUVs. I focused my attention on the SUV on my right, opening fire on the shooters before firing at the driver, causing the car to lose control and slam into a car further ahead creating a huge traffic accident. Reloading the gun, I turned my attention to the car on my left, but instead of focusing on the shooters, I took out the driver, causing the car to fly off the highway. With the SUVs taken care of, Henry began closing the gap between us and Sam.

Henry looked at the wing mirror and saw at least seven people in motorcycles pulling out small machine guns before opening fire on the car.

“Jesus! How much backup does he have?” Henry said.

One of the motorcyclists got very close to Henry’s side of the car. Henry swerved the car to the right, causing the motorcyclist to lose control and fall off the bike.

“Give me a warning next time,” I said before opening fire on the remaining motorcyclists.

The motorcyclists were making it very difficult for me to get a shot off as they were zigzagging between cars. In the heat of the moment, I told Henry to be careful, and as I was about to attempt something idiotic, I climbed out of the car and onto the roof. Henry eased off on the accelerator, allowing me to control my balance. I began firing on the motorcyclists, managing to take out some. While firing on the motorcyclists, Henry had to quickly swerve to the left to avoid a truck. I lost balance and nearly fell off the roof of the car. I was saved by grabbing onto the rear of the car. But this did cause me to drop the submachine gun, which was now on the road, moving further and further away from me.

Climbing back onto the roof of the car in a heat of anger, I punched the roof of the car and yelled out, “You stupid fucking idiot! Are you trying to get me killed!”

I had no other option but to rely on my trusted handguns to do the job. I began firing at the tires and watched as the riders lost control of the bike and went flying off and falling onto the road. Further up the road, the last motorcyclist had begun charging towards us. I started unloading all my bullets, but the rider wasn't backing down, as once they got to a certain point, they jumped off the bike, pulled out a katana, and aimed for me.

I kicked the rider in the chest, causing them to lose momentum and fall onto the hood of the car before rolling off the car and onto the road.

With the motorcyclists taken care of, I climbed back into the car.

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“That was fun,” I said while gaining my breath.

“Fun! You nearly fucking died you maniac!” Henry responded.

Henry put his foot down on the accelerator. As we got closer to Sam’s car, I told Henry to pull up alongside Sam’s car so I could get an easy shot of his tires. I started firing at the rear left tire, causing it to pop. Sam started ramming into the side of the car, hoping that I would drop my guns. With the left rear tire taken care of, I opened fire on the front left tire casing, causing it to eventually pop.

With both left-side tires popped, Sam lost control, causing the car to begin rolling over; however, this generated a massive car crash that me and Henry had to navigate through carefully.

Henry slammed on the brakes in order to avoid crashing into a car. We took a moment to gather our breath before going after Sam’s car. We ran over to Sam’s car, which was now on its side, with Sam climbing out of the window while holding onto the briefcase before falling over onto a pool of gasoline being created from the broken fuel tank in Sam’s car.

“Oh, Max! Henry! Thank God it's you two, please help me!”

“Jesus Sam, you're lucky you're still breathing. Where’s the money? I want to make sure that’s still in order," I asked.

“Yeah, sure. Here,” Sam pushed over the briefcase.

I gave the briefcase to Henry and asked him to see if all the money was there.

“Hey, Max! Help me up; I can’t feel my legs.”

I reassured Sam that everything was going to be fine, but deep down, I was planning to leave him here once I got the green light from Henry.

“It's all there,” Henry yelled out.

Sam started yelling out in pain, “Guys! I can't feel my legs! Oh fuck! I can't feel my legs.”

I turned my back on Sam and began walking back to Henry.

Sam realized what was happening: “Oh fuck you, Max! You fucking blonde-haired cunt! You better pray that I won't make a full recovery, as when I do, I'm going to”

“You should have stopped at “I can't feel my legs.””

I turned back around and took a lighter out of my pocket. Sam’s eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do and started pleading that I shouldn't throw the lighter into the pool of gasoline.

“Please, Max. Don't do this.”

“Sayonara Sam”

The lighter landed at the edge of the pool, causing the gasoline to ignite and burning Sam alive. The ear-shattering screams coming out of Sam could be heard all over Night City. Henry asked what was happening now.

I replied, “Now. We continue as normal.”

"Okay, but what about right here right now, Max? What are we doing now?”

I looked at the state my Quadra was in and commented, “For a start, I'm going to take this in for repairs, but first, I've got a bed calling my name. Come on, we should delta before the badges show up.”

We got back inside the car and took off. While on the drive back to my place, Henry started asking questions.

"So, are you going to tell me about you and Ruby now?”

“About what?”

“About the fact that she lent you her car even though she’s pissed off with you.”

I knew Henry wasn’t going to quit asking till he got an answer: "Okay, yes, she’s still mad at me, but what happened between us wasn't my fault, and she knows that! Can we change the subject, please?”

“Does she know that? Cause if she does know that why is she still pissed off with you.”

I kept silent for a couple of seconds, trying to think of something to reply with. “Can we please change the conversation? I don't want to talk about her.”

We agreed to leave the conversation at that.