Unknown Number Hey choom!
You never told me where you lived... Or your name for that matter, so I just paid for a room nearby, whole day, so you can recover from last night.
Also, got my gun back and it’s running better than ever! I’ll get you the gig I promised as soon as possible I swear!!
Just... y’know, clean up a bit before showing your face. First impressions can really make or break this for you.
Anyway rest up till I call in again.
urgh... Shit... Where the hell is my Maxdoc.
I definitely went overboard last night, but at least my goal was somewhat accomplished. It’s good that he paid for the room, my wallet’s just about empty.
If this gig works out, I should be able to get a stable source of eddies, but there’s the question of how to present myself here. I could go the route of netrunner, though that’s not actual my speciality, with my current level of code skills and as a cover for the one-of-a-kind program currently lodged in my skull. One problem would be my actual lack of use as a netrunner, but most other options would require gaining less trust while keeping LAG a secret.
The safest option would be as a beginner merc who got his hands on some good tech, though the lack of other cyberware might be a bit suspicious.
I guess... some thing like a ‘new recruit with an aptitude for stealth’ could the the best. There’s hardly ever a reason to throw the newbie into some impossible stealth mission.
Right now the best option is to head back to my place and grab what little ammo I have stocked, I only got two magazines, or 40 bullets in the case of the Kenshin. I’d run out in any prolonged shoot out so unless someone shares it’d be best to grab a couple more.
Unknown Number
Gigs in an hour!
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head down to the Heywood / Pacifica border, location data: #P80F3#
look for the mean looking pimp in a Samurai jacket, he’s guarding a run down food shop or whatever this place is.
hahh... guess that’s not an option then, I’ll buy some on the way with my remaining funds.
Lets get going then.
Interesting that the gig is in Pacifica, there have been rumours that Arasaka, and other corps though it’s mainly Arasaka, has been trying to expand into Pacifica which has started riots form the inhabitants. With the Unification Wars barely ending and all the corps pulling funds out of the area a lot of problems are popping all over Pacifica.
Pacifica has always been quite independent within Night City, to the point that I wouldn’t be surprised if they suddenly declare independence, though it was more likely that the Night City governing bodies declare it’s independent so they can exclude it from funding and statistics.
Just walking the street down to the edge of Heywood and there’s an almost clear change between the two, as Heywood at least tries to look presentable.
Now... I’m looking for a Samurai fan if i remember right, who here looks the meanest?
Ah, there.
Standing just next to the entrance of a small curry place was a stereotypical punk with one hand resting near a mean looking Iron strapped to his waist. Seems that this is where we’re meeting, let’s hope I don’t get flatlined for getting too close. I could use LAG but it would be best to keep it’s existence hidden from anyone I don’t trust, or, right now, everyone else.
They’ll figure it out eventually anyway, but any time bought is time I can improve it.
Actually there should be enough free time before the gig stats for real to integrate some of the VI code I scrapped off that smart gun last night into LAG’s system so even without an available terminal it can be improved. There were some pretty preem learning networks in that thing.
Stepping up to the Punk, I tried to look as non threatening as possible, his hand moving to his iron while mine stayed easily visible.
“Ay, backup!” He aggressively shouted
“Hey! We chill, we chilled!” I replied, trying to de-escalate
“I know a Badge’s mole when I see one! who tipped you off!?”
“Just! Ask the lanky guy, he called me in for this gig!” I tried to explain.
I wasn’t one to judge him for doing his job, even if being threatened did grind on my nerves a bit.
The punk seemed to debate this before shouting back into the small shop.
“HOLO! Get your ass out here man!”
Holo must have been his alias as it took but a moment before my choom from last night walked out to sort shit out.
Aliases are usually only used by big shots trying to hide anything important about their daily life, so he sure was planning far ahead.
“All good here choom! This guy’s the newbie I was talkin’ about getting to fill the ranks!” Holo said with his usual poker smile, slinging an arm around the punks shoulder.
“This one’s Tadano.” he said much to the annoyance of Tadano it seems as he was quick to throw Holo’s arm off.
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