Neo City Chapter 3
As they approach the central chamber, they can hear voices and the sound of metal clanging against metal. They take cover behind some crates and peek around the corner, trying to get a better look.
Inside the chamber, they see the cyberpsycho they’ve been hired to retrieve, a hulking figure covered in metal implants and wielding a massive club. At first C8 wonders if this is the legendary Adam Smasher from Night City, but what would he be doing here? Using a quick visual scan she exhales. It’s not him. This psycho, he’s surrounded by a group of armed goons, and they’re in the process of dismantling and selling off pieces of a stolen military-grade drone.
C8’s heart races as she tries to formulate a plan. Taking down a cyberpsycho is no easy feat, especially with a group of armed thugs around him. But she knows they can’t leave without him. They’ll lose the contract, and worse, their reputation.
Pris takes out her trusty stun submachine gun and hands one to C8. “On my signal,” she whispers. “We take out the guards first, then we focus on the psycho.”
“Guns blazing really the way we want to go?” C8 asks. “Let me at least shut down the thugs, I’m not seeing anything that will prevent them from a little cyberware short.”
C8 nods, her palms sweaty. This is it. The moment she’s been training for her entire life. She has to be quick, hack and deploy in rapid succession so that as soon as the first gonk falls the others do in immediate order.
“Malware uploaded, and 3…2..1! There falling lets focus on the psycho Pris.” C8 yells.
They move out from behind the crates and there were some extra guards they hadn’t spotted and are seen.
“So much for your quiet but deadly approach love.” Pris teases.
They start firing, but C8 and Pris are quick on their feet, ducking and weaving as they fire their guns. The guards fall one by one, but the cyberpsycho is unaffected, charging at them with his electroclub.
C8 manages to dodge his initial swing, but she knows she can’t keep this up for long. She needs a plan, and fast.
As the cyberpsycho swings his club again, C8 dives to the side and throws a smoke grenade at his feet. The room fills with a thick fog, obscuring their vision. C8 and Priss retreat to the shadows, waiting for their opportunity.
The cyberpsycho swings blindly, his club connecting with nothing but air. C8 sees her chance and takes it, sprinting towards him with all her might. She leaps onto his back, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling with all her might.
The cyberpsycho thrashes and tries to shake her off, but C8 holds on tight. Pris moves in with a taser, stunning him repeatedly until he finally goes down.
C8 collapses on the ground, gasping for air. Pris looks at her, impressed. “You’re a damn good mercenary, Caity,” she says, offering her a hand up.
C8 grins. “Thanks, Pris. That means a lot coming from you.”
They retrieve the cyberpsycho and make their way back to their client, collecting their hefty payout. As they make their way through the deserted streets of Neo City, C8 can’t help but feel a sense of pride. She may be a mercenary, but she’s also a damn good one.
As they approach their hideout, C8’s comlink buzzes. It’s a message from a potential client, offering a job that could pay even more than their last one.
C8 grins and looks at Pris. “You ready for another job, partner?”
Pris grins back. “Hell yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go get paid.”
C8 nods, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins. This is what she was meant to do. To survive in a world where only the strongest and most cunning can make it.
She’s a mercenary, and she’s going to be a legend.
