Hunting a Monster:- A Cyberpunk 2077 USB Story
Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2024 11:56 pm
In the first of three stories based on the video game Cyberpunk 2077, Edgerunner V an up and coming mercenary is preparing for a risky yet lucrative gig which could spell fame and fortune for herself and her friend Jackie Wells in the neon paradise of Night City. In the meantime, V is taking on side gigs to keep the eurodollars (Eddie's) coming and her particular set of skills, learned from her days as a nomad sharp. While driving through the northern district of Watson, V receives a call from the districts fixer Regina Jones who has a gig well suited for the Edge runner. This is her story...
Corner of Allen Street, Kabuki, Watson District, Night City, 20th March 2077 20:00pm
The heavy rain danced across the windshield of her Hella Archer, louder than the Samurai number A Like Supreme that blared out over her radio, turning V looked out over the vista of Night City, the lights of the so called "Neon Paradise" burning on her enhanced Kiroshi optics as she drove towards Allen Street. The young Edge runner sighed, it had been six months since she had met Jackie Wells, crossing the border together into Night City from South California. Which turned out to be an eventful gig that saw them dodging crooked Militech border guards and Arasaka corpo rats and all to deliver a real flesh and blood iguana. The two had had a good laugh about the whole shit show and later bonded over drinks. Jackie had introduced her to Mama Welles who had welcomed her into her home and treated her like family, easing the pain that V felt leaving behind her clan the Bakkers to seek her fortune in the "City of Dreams". It had taken six months bouncing between gigs for V to finally rent out her own apartment in Megabuilding H08 in Watson and afford a decent set of wheels. Jack had also introduced V to his choom, Vic, the best Ripperdoc in Night City who had furnished V with some shiny new Kiroshi optics. The only problem being V now owed Vic €$15'000 eddies and she wanted to clear the debt before she and Jack would embark on the gig that would see them to the big leagues.
Glancing in the rear view mirror, V caught her reflection liked what she saw. At 25, she was a looker of mixed American-Korean descent with slightly tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones and slanted optics a pleasing shade of teal framed by long chestnut brown hair. She had a little chrome, a connectivity port in her left wrist and bio monitor with shard reader tucked behind her right ear which was modest compared to what she had seen so far in Night City. V had once lead teams of Bakkers across the NUSA raiding corpo convoys and bases on the quiet, gaining a reputation for using outside the box tactics like stealing uniforms from Militech soldier girls to infiltrate and ambush, skills that so far she hadn't utilised in Night City and a part of her missed those heady times, the freedom of a life on the road with her family. Suddenly the image of Regina Jones, Watson's resident fixer flashed on the left hand side of her vision. Switching off the radio, V blinked connecting the call, her irises turning yellow.
"Hey Reggie, my choom. How's it shaping?" She asked the image of the woman in the corner of her eye, the former media of chinese-american ancestry with long jet black hair tied into a long ponytail. Regina smiled wanly, fixing V with her one remaining good right eye the other covered by an eye patch lost to Night City's gang wars. "Heya V, good to see you. Nice work on planting the bug on Akulov's car, you were a ghost but I expected no less from a nomad. And I have another job for you that needs the same level of discretion. So are you in?" V grinned pulling up beside the alley next to the Ho-oh club, a known Tyger Claws hang out. "Always up to make a few more eddies, Reggie. Flick me the dete's." Regina nodded folding her arms. "I knew I could count on you. Well here we are at the Ho-oh Club which is crawling with Tygers and there's one in particular that needs to die..." Another window opened to her right, revealing a photo of a finely dressed and manicured Japanese man. "This piece of shit is Jotaro Shobu, a fucking psychopath who likes to record vids of himself torturing joytoys and sells that shit to likeminded scumbags. The Mox finally tracked him down to this Tyger Claws dive. This is your chance to give this fucker what he deserves and earn a little scratch while your at it." V narrowed her eyes at the mans image. So the sicko likes to cut up girls for fun? Oh I'am going to enjoy frying his brain. "Sounds good, Reggie. I'am game." Regina smiled. "Excellent, I knew you're the right woman for the job. But I have some more information you need to hear."
"I want you to keep this clean and so do the Mox, which means no collateral damage. The last thing we both need is the NCPD breathing down our necks with a murder warrant. You once told me about your special nomad skills, care to demonstrate?" V smiled as she heard those words Music to my ears. "A'ight, A'ight. You got it , Reg. Jotaro will be dead in an hour and no collateral damage, scouts honor." Regina nodded her head approvingly. "That's what I like to hear, good luck." With that she hung up and after putting her Unity handgun in the glove box, V got out of her car thankfully the rain stopped at that precise moment. Taking that at as a sign, the young edge runner entered the alley beside the Ho-oh Club.
The Alleyway 20:15pm
Creeping low in the dimly lit alley, V weighed up her options. I need a disguise, perhaps one of the pretty little staff will help me. I just need to find the right girl and the right moment... Looking at the service door V noticed a single CCTV camera looming over the entrance, its bright green light and tracking laser scanning the alley through the gloom. V quickly darted into the cover of an alcove immediately training her optics onto the device. "Hmm? Cheap crap from China with a very weak ass operating system. Shouldn't need too much hacking, even a rookie net runner could handle this." Focusing her mind, V uploaded a data Daemon that allowed her root access into the system. "Sweet! I have full access, now let's see what I can see..."
Flicking through the security feeds in the club, V counted and marked 6 Tygers throughout the building easily recognisable with their snappy clothes, mēn po masks, high end chrome and yakuza tattoos armed with Tamayura pistols, and katana's. All of which was brought and paid for by their corporate masters, the Arasaka Corporation. Flicking to the last camera, V smiled as saw her target in his office editing his latest braindance. I could easily fry his synapses from here but where's the fun in that.
Scanning back to the ground floor, V started to notice one of the young attractive waitress making for the service door with a large black. "Well aren't you a looker, sister." The edgerunner smirked scanning the girl. "Hmm? Your name's Abigail Liu Chen, no priors or warrants and you're not chromed up. It should be easy putting you to sleep." The lesbian in her appreciated just how much resemblance Abigail shared with her, except the big pretty brown slanted eyes and dark brown hair tied into a sensible knot. The waitresses lithe athletic figure hugged by her uniform; a blue striped ribbed short sleeve blouse, a black bow tie cinched at her lovely neck overwhich was a white waistcoat. A blue sequined miniskirt, fishnet tights and matching blue heels completed the look. "I look forward to peeling you out of that, choomba." V smiled leaving the camera feed as the waitress approached the service door from the inside, making sure to kill the cameras first. Tensing, the edgerunner crept silently as Abigail the waitress came through into the alley.
22 year old waitress Abigail Liu Chen sighed as she dragged the heavy refuse sack towards the dumpster reflecting on how much she hated her job. Ugh! If it wasn't for the fact that we pay the Claws protection money, I would have taken that job at Wakako's pachinko parlour in Little China like mother insisted. Instead I have to put up with getting pawed at by these Japanese thugs, who disrespect me because I'am not chromed up. They already know I'am a Buddhist, dammit. Flipping over the lid, Abigail tossed in the refuse sack. "What?! Who-!" She croaked in surprise as strong arm seized her around her neck, applying the merest of pressure pushing her head forwards. "Sorry, choomba. I'am no going to hurt you anymore than I have to. I just need to borrow your clothes and besides you look like you need a break." Said a beautiful female voice. Before she could panic further, Abigail let out a choked rattle as she slumped unconscious into the voices slender arms. The final sensation she felt was being dragged under her shoulders behind the dumpster.
"Damn, you're even cuter in person, girl." V said to the unconscious waitress slumped against the dumpster caressing her face as she knelt next to the girl stripping off her old Bakkers denim vest, jeans, sneakers and black tanktop. Thanks to the edgerunners enhanced titanium bones, generously applied via injection by Vic, V only administered the merest of pressure presses to Abigail's slender neck rendering her unconscious in a mere 5 seconds. The best thing about it was the cute waitress would be asleep for the next hour so no need to tie her up. Now naked accept for her purple thong, V got to work undressing the pretty Abigail.
After first adopting Abigail's knot, letting her silken brown hair flow over her shoulders, V removed the girls heels and loosened her bow tie before slipping off her waistcoat followed by her heels. Unbuttoning the waitresses blouse, revealed small but buoyant B-cup breasts enhanced by a solid white push up bra. "Lush, very lush indeed my choomba. If I wasn't on a tight schedule then I would take a little look under the hood." Peeling the blouse from Abigail's lithe and attractive petite body, one arm at a time V gently reached around the half naked Abigail's rear unzipping her skirt whipping it down her long divine fishnet covered legs in one smooth pull. "Time to see if you're wearing matching, Abigail." Taking the tights by the hem, the edgerunner gently eased them from around the waitresses sexy hips then slid them down her dancers legs revealing a matching white thong protecting her modesty. "I don't suppose you'd mind if I took a little peek? I have time enough for that." She asked Abigail rhetorically. Taking the waitresses silence as a yes, V lifted up the girls panties getting a glimpse of a small cute vagina topped by a trimmed heart shaped patch of dark brown hair. "Very sweet. Your just a girly girl at heart, my choom. Kiroshi optics can't tell you that. Right, times a wasting. Jotaro isn't going to kill himself."' Restoring the girls modesty, V planted a kiss on Abigail's soft warm lips before she pulled up Abigail's fishnets.
"Fits me like a glove don't you think, Abigail?" V said to the scantily clad waitress wearing only her white underwear that emphasised her nubile sleeping form, buttoning up the stolen waistcoat. "A little flashy compared to what I usually wear, I wonder what Jack would say if he could see me now." When she was fully dressed in Abigail's uniform, V scooped up the half naked waitress depositing her gently inside the dumpster along with her folded up clothes. "Look after these will you, choom?" She quipped to the sleeping Abigail, closing the dumpster lid. After straightening her stolen skirt, V entered the Ho-oh Club.
The Ho-Oh Club 20:35pm
The chiming of pachinko machines and Pom-pom Shit by the Us Cracks greeted V as she entered the glittering bar and casino area littered with patrons either trying their luck at the gambling tables or with some of the pretty waitress. To her right, she saw the entrance to the VIP area next to a row of pachinko machines, watched over by a single Tyger Claw, a man dressed in a red leather Japanese biker jacket with matching pants and boots the lower half of his face covered by red sneering mēn po, with a cybernetic visor grafted onto his eyes the vision slit glowing with a sinister red light. "Hey you!" The sound of a man's voice by the bar drew her attention. It was the bartender, an immaculately dressed if heavy set Japanese man wearing a black shirt and pants with gold bow tie and waistcoat, the back of his head covered by cybernetics. Catching his attention she nodded pointing to herself. "Yes you, pretty little thing. Shake that sweet little over here." As she approached the bar, V could notice a bottle of saké laid out on a tray in front of him, resting on the bar.
"What do you need from me, boss?" V asked submissively as the bartender mentally undressed her. "The boss wants his ice cold saké brought up to him. Are you up for it, girl? It could mean an extra €$100 eddies in your paycheck." V flashed him a warm servile smile, taking up the tray. "Of course, boss. Anything for Shobo-san." She felt the bartenders eyes follow her ass as she neared the entrance to the VIP area, the lone guard gestured with his head. "Ah, I see you have Shobo-san's saké. Allow me a moment to scan you, choomba. Can't be too careful after all." The man said in muffled japanese, but readily translated into English by V's onboard translation software. Standing still, the edgerunner allowed the Tyger Claw to scan her with his red ocular sensor. After a couple of minutes he made an approving grunt. "Well, you are looking sweet little girl and you're clean too. Up you go." Nodding the ganger stood to one side allowing her to pass. Walking through the dangling sequins, V went past another female Tyger wearing a black motorcycle suit and crash helmet before taking the stairs up to the third floor.
Jotaro Shobo's Pad, Third Floor of the Ho-oh Club 20:45pm
Arriving at the third floor, V came to a large room. To her left sat Shobo's two Tyger Claw bodyguards on a long red couch too engrossed watching Us Cracks music videos instead of watching their boss. You gotta love city folk and their love of mass media, makes my job all the more easier. Walking past the TV addicts her stolen heels clacking across the floor, V came to the centre office where Jotaro Shobu held court. Taking a deep breath and preparing her CPU, V knocked on the door. "Enter." Came the curt reply.
Opening the door, V found the sick bastard Jotaro Shobo sitting behind his desk, he was even more slimier in than is photograph. And something about him made her skin crawl. Looking directly into his eyes, V began the covert upload of her assassination Daemon onto Shobo's CPU, a little gift from T-Bug she and Jackie's resident Netrunner. Taking off his brain dance rig, Shobo flashed her a suggestive smile. "At last my saké. Just set it down there, will you? It's thirsty work, cutting into these joytoys." Once she had heard the ping of the 100% download, V compiled allowing for the 30 second lag to cease. "Of course, Shobo-san." She said setting the tray onto the table. "But you should know. The Mox send their regards." Jotaro blinked rearing back in his seat. "What?! Who are you! Some filthy little edger-ugh!!" V smiled as the program kicked in causing the sicko's limbs to seize up, inducing paralysis. Shobo tried to scream but found he could make no sound. The young edgerunner grinned, planting herself on the desk in front of him opening up the bottle of saké.
"No one can hear you scream, Jotaro. It's just you and me. Now you will begin to feel what your victims felt before you carved them up, you sick fuck. Helpless." She said calmly to the dying Tyger Claw boss, pouring out a measure of the liquor into a small bowl. In desperation, Shobo glanced at the camera on the opposite wall behind V. Knocking back the sweet fragrant ice cold rice wine, she answered his unspoken question. "I killed the camera's when I entered, borrowing this outfit from one of your waitresses. I was far more decent with her then you were with those poor joytoys. She will wake in the hour with sore throat and a killer headache. Which is more than I can say for you, Shobo. Your brain's gonna fry in 3...2..." Suddenly there was a flash behind Shobo's optics as his CPU overloaded, crying his brain. The monster died without a sound, slumping in his chair fumes escaping from his ears, nostrils and mouth. "...One. Burn in hell, motherfucker." V grinned wafting away the acrid smell of burnt brain matter, raising from the table. Her gig complete, the edgerunner made for the door. "Oh and FYI. I'am more of a Centzon Tequila kinda girl, goodbye asshole." She quipped to the still smoking Jotaro Shobo before walking out the office, tray in hand.
The Alley beside the Ho-Oh Club, 21:02pm
Using her disguise, V was able to backtrack through the club to the service entrance and out through the door to the alley, easily blending in with no one paying a simple waitress any mind. Standing by the dumpster, quickly redressing in her clothes V admired the still sleeping naked Abigail laying on her side taking in her gentle lithe curves and lightly tanned skin, drinking her down. That was until Regina's image appeared in the left of her vision, as her phone rang. "Way to go, Reggie..." She sighed before pulling on her denim sleeveless jacket, answering the call.
" Nice work V, quick, quiet and above all clean. You made that sick prick suffer. The Mox send their gratitude and your payment is winging it's way to you as we speak, enjoy. And that trick with the disguises, never seen anything like it. I hope the girl will be all right." V looked down on the sleeping form of Abigail, grinning. "Don't worry, Regina. She's sleeping like a kitten. I was gentle with her. Anyhow, thanks for the eds it's been a pleasure." Regina crossed her arms smiling. "Yeah, I will be touch with more gigs. There's no shortage of sickos in Night City. Take care V." With that she hung up. The edgerunner grinned as she saw €$5000 pop straight into her account, bringing it up to a sweet €$18000. Excellent, I can square my debt to Vic. Thanks, Regina.
Leaning into the dumpster, V placed Abigail's folded uniform next to her before planting a kiss on her forehead. "Thanks sweet Abigail, you've been a great help and you'll be needing this back. But if I were you, I would look for a better gig since you're officially unemployed. See you around, choom " Closing the lid on the unconscious Abigail for the last time, V walked back to her car.
Getting in she pulled out onto Allen Street, heading towards Mega Building H08. Switching on the radio to Night 98.9 FM, V caught the back end of Night City Blues , leaning into her seat the edgerunner smiled, glancing up at the neon lights that gave the city its name. It was just another night in the City of Dreams.
Corner of Allen Street, Kabuki, Watson District, Night City, 20th March 2077 20:00pm
The heavy rain danced across the windshield of her Hella Archer, louder than the Samurai number A Like Supreme that blared out over her radio, turning V looked out over the vista of Night City, the lights of the so called "Neon Paradise" burning on her enhanced Kiroshi optics as she drove towards Allen Street. The young Edge runner sighed, it had been six months since she had met Jackie Wells, crossing the border together into Night City from South California. Which turned out to be an eventful gig that saw them dodging crooked Militech border guards and Arasaka corpo rats and all to deliver a real flesh and blood iguana. The two had had a good laugh about the whole shit show and later bonded over drinks. Jackie had introduced her to Mama Welles who had welcomed her into her home and treated her like family, easing the pain that V felt leaving behind her clan the Bakkers to seek her fortune in the "City of Dreams". It had taken six months bouncing between gigs for V to finally rent out her own apartment in Megabuilding H08 in Watson and afford a decent set of wheels. Jack had also introduced V to his choom, Vic, the best Ripperdoc in Night City who had furnished V with some shiny new Kiroshi optics. The only problem being V now owed Vic €$15'000 eddies and she wanted to clear the debt before she and Jack would embark on the gig that would see them to the big leagues.
Glancing in the rear view mirror, V caught her reflection liked what she saw. At 25, she was a looker of mixed American-Korean descent with slightly tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones and slanted optics a pleasing shade of teal framed by long chestnut brown hair. She had a little chrome, a connectivity port in her left wrist and bio monitor with shard reader tucked behind her right ear which was modest compared to what she had seen so far in Night City. V had once lead teams of Bakkers across the NUSA raiding corpo convoys and bases on the quiet, gaining a reputation for using outside the box tactics like stealing uniforms from Militech soldier girls to infiltrate and ambush, skills that so far she hadn't utilised in Night City and a part of her missed those heady times, the freedom of a life on the road with her family. Suddenly the image of Regina Jones, Watson's resident fixer flashed on the left hand side of her vision. Switching off the radio, V blinked connecting the call, her irises turning yellow.
"Hey Reggie, my choom. How's it shaping?" She asked the image of the woman in the corner of her eye, the former media of chinese-american ancestry with long jet black hair tied into a long ponytail. Regina smiled wanly, fixing V with her one remaining good right eye the other covered by an eye patch lost to Night City's gang wars. "Heya V, good to see you. Nice work on planting the bug on Akulov's car, you were a ghost but I expected no less from a nomad. And I have another job for you that needs the same level of discretion. So are you in?" V grinned pulling up beside the alley next to the Ho-oh club, a known Tyger Claws hang out. "Always up to make a few more eddies, Reggie. Flick me the dete's." Regina nodded folding her arms. "I knew I could count on you. Well here we are at the Ho-oh Club which is crawling with Tygers and there's one in particular that needs to die..." Another window opened to her right, revealing a photo of a finely dressed and manicured Japanese man. "This piece of shit is Jotaro Shobu, a fucking psychopath who likes to record vids of himself torturing joytoys and sells that shit to likeminded scumbags. The Mox finally tracked him down to this Tyger Claws dive. This is your chance to give this fucker what he deserves and earn a little scratch while your at it." V narrowed her eyes at the mans image. So the sicko likes to cut up girls for fun? Oh I'am going to enjoy frying his brain. "Sounds good, Reggie. I'am game." Regina smiled. "Excellent, I knew you're the right woman for the job. But I have some more information you need to hear."
"I want you to keep this clean and so do the Mox, which means no collateral damage. The last thing we both need is the NCPD breathing down our necks with a murder warrant. You once told me about your special nomad skills, care to demonstrate?" V smiled as she heard those words Music to my ears. "A'ight, A'ight. You got it , Reg. Jotaro will be dead in an hour and no collateral damage, scouts honor." Regina nodded her head approvingly. "That's what I like to hear, good luck." With that she hung up and after putting her Unity handgun in the glove box, V got out of her car thankfully the rain stopped at that precise moment. Taking that at as a sign, the young edge runner entered the alley beside the Ho-oh Club.
The Alleyway 20:15pm
Creeping low in the dimly lit alley, V weighed up her options. I need a disguise, perhaps one of the pretty little staff will help me. I just need to find the right girl and the right moment... Looking at the service door V noticed a single CCTV camera looming over the entrance, its bright green light and tracking laser scanning the alley through the gloom. V quickly darted into the cover of an alcove immediately training her optics onto the device. "Hmm? Cheap crap from China with a very weak ass operating system. Shouldn't need too much hacking, even a rookie net runner could handle this." Focusing her mind, V uploaded a data Daemon that allowed her root access into the system. "Sweet! I have full access, now let's see what I can see..."
Flicking through the security feeds in the club, V counted and marked 6 Tygers throughout the building easily recognisable with their snappy clothes, mēn po masks, high end chrome and yakuza tattoos armed with Tamayura pistols, and katana's. All of which was brought and paid for by their corporate masters, the Arasaka Corporation. Flicking to the last camera, V smiled as saw her target in his office editing his latest braindance. I could easily fry his synapses from here but where's the fun in that.
Scanning back to the ground floor, V started to notice one of the young attractive waitress making for the service door with a large black. "Well aren't you a looker, sister." The edgerunner smirked scanning the girl. "Hmm? Your name's Abigail Liu Chen, no priors or warrants and you're not chromed up. It should be easy putting you to sleep." The lesbian in her appreciated just how much resemblance Abigail shared with her, except the big pretty brown slanted eyes and dark brown hair tied into a sensible knot. The waitresses lithe athletic figure hugged by her uniform; a blue striped ribbed short sleeve blouse, a black bow tie cinched at her lovely neck overwhich was a white waistcoat. A blue sequined miniskirt, fishnet tights and matching blue heels completed the look. "I look forward to peeling you out of that, choomba." V smiled leaving the camera feed as the waitress approached the service door from the inside, making sure to kill the cameras first. Tensing, the edgerunner crept silently as Abigail the waitress came through into the alley.
22 year old waitress Abigail Liu Chen sighed as she dragged the heavy refuse sack towards the dumpster reflecting on how much she hated her job. Ugh! If it wasn't for the fact that we pay the Claws protection money, I would have taken that job at Wakako's pachinko parlour in Little China like mother insisted. Instead I have to put up with getting pawed at by these Japanese thugs, who disrespect me because I'am not chromed up. They already know I'am a Buddhist, dammit. Flipping over the lid, Abigail tossed in the refuse sack. "What?! Who-!" She croaked in surprise as strong arm seized her around her neck, applying the merest of pressure pushing her head forwards. "Sorry, choomba. I'am no going to hurt you anymore than I have to. I just need to borrow your clothes and besides you look like you need a break." Said a beautiful female voice. Before she could panic further, Abigail let out a choked rattle as she slumped unconscious into the voices slender arms. The final sensation she felt was being dragged under her shoulders behind the dumpster.
"Damn, you're even cuter in person, girl." V said to the unconscious waitress slumped against the dumpster caressing her face as she knelt next to the girl stripping off her old Bakkers denim vest, jeans, sneakers and black tanktop. Thanks to the edgerunners enhanced titanium bones, generously applied via injection by Vic, V only administered the merest of pressure presses to Abigail's slender neck rendering her unconscious in a mere 5 seconds. The best thing about it was the cute waitress would be asleep for the next hour so no need to tie her up. Now naked accept for her purple thong, V got to work undressing the pretty Abigail.
After first adopting Abigail's knot, letting her silken brown hair flow over her shoulders, V removed the girls heels and loosened her bow tie before slipping off her waistcoat followed by her heels. Unbuttoning the waitresses blouse, revealed small but buoyant B-cup breasts enhanced by a solid white push up bra. "Lush, very lush indeed my choomba. If I wasn't on a tight schedule then I would take a little look under the hood." Peeling the blouse from Abigail's lithe and attractive petite body, one arm at a time V gently reached around the half naked Abigail's rear unzipping her skirt whipping it down her long divine fishnet covered legs in one smooth pull. "Time to see if you're wearing matching, Abigail." Taking the tights by the hem, the edgerunner gently eased them from around the waitresses sexy hips then slid them down her dancers legs revealing a matching white thong protecting her modesty. "I don't suppose you'd mind if I took a little peek? I have time enough for that." She asked Abigail rhetorically. Taking the waitresses silence as a yes, V lifted up the girls panties getting a glimpse of a small cute vagina topped by a trimmed heart shaped patch of dark brown hair. "Very sweet. Your just a girly girl at heart, my choom. Kiroshi optics can't tell you that. Right, times a wasting. Jotaro isn't going to kill himself."' Restoring the girls modesty, V planted a kiss on Abigail's soft warm lips before she pulled up Abigail's fishnets.
"Fits me like a glove don't you think, Abigail?" V said to the scantily clad waitress wearing only her white underwear that emphasised her nubile sleeping form, buttoning up the stolen waistcoat. "A little flashy compared to what I usually wear, I wonder what Jack would say if he could see me now." When she was fully dressed in Abigail's uniform, V scooped up the half naked waitress depositing her gently inside the dumpster along with her folded up clothes. "Look after these will you, choom?" She quipped to the sleeping Abigail, closing the dumpster lid. After straightening her stolen skirt, V entered the Ho-oh Club.
The Ho-Oh Club 20:35pm
The chiming of pachinko machines and Pom-pom Shit by the Us Cracks greeted V as she entered the glittering bar and casino area littered with patrons either trying their luck at the gambling tables or with some of the pretty waitress. To her right, she saw the entrance to the VIP area next to a row of pachinko machines, watched over by a single Tyger Claw, a man dressed in a red leather Japanese biker jacket with matching pants and boots the lower half of his face covered by red sneering mēn po, with a cybernetic visor grafted onto his eyes the vision slit glowing with a sinister red light. "Hey you!" The sound of a man's voice by the bar drew her attention. It was the bartender, an immaculately dressed if heavy set Japanese man wearing a black shirt and pants with gold bow tie and waistcoat, the back of his head covered by cybernetics. Catching his attention she nodded pointing to herself. "Yes you, pretty little thing. Shake that sweet little over here." As she approached the bar, V could notice a bottle of saké laid out on a tray in front of him, resting on the bar.
"What do you need from me, boss?" V asked submissively as the bartender mentally undressed her. "The boss wants his ice cold saké brought up to him. Are you up for it, girl? It could mean an extra €$100 eddies in your paycheck." V flashed him a warm servile smile, taking up the tray. "Of course, boss. Anything for Shobo-san." She felt the bartenders eyes follow her ass as she neared the entrance to the VIP area, the lone guard gestured with his head. "Ah, I see you have Shobo-san's saké. Allow me a moment to scan you, choomba. Can't be too careful after all." The man said in muffled japanese, but readily translated into English by V's onboard translation software. Standing still, the edgerunner allowed the Tyger Claw to scan her with his red ocular sensor. After a couple of minutes he made an approving grunt. "Well, you are looking sweet little girl and you're clean too. Up you go." Nodding the ganger stood to one side allowing her to pass. Walking through the dangling sequins, V went past another female Tyger wearing a black motorcycle suit and crash helmet before taking the stairs up to the third floor.
Jotaro Shobo's Pad, Third Floor of the Ho-oh Club 20:45pm
Arriving at the third floor, V came to a large room. To her left sat Shobo's two Tyger Claw bodyguards on a long red couch too engrossed watching Us Cracks music videos instead of watching their boss. You gotta love city folk and their love of mass media, makes my job all the more easier. Walking past the TV addicts her stolen heels clacking across the floor, V came to the centre office where Jotaro Shobu held court. Taking a deep breath and preparing her CPU, V knocked on the door. "Enter." Came the curt reply.
Opening the door, V found the sick bastard Jotaro Shobo sitting behind his desk, he was even more slimier in than is photograph. And something about him made her skin crawl. Looking directly into his eyes, V began the covert upload of her assassination Daemon onto Shobo's CPU, a little gift from T-Bug she and Jackie's resident Netrunner. Taking off his brain dance rig, Shobo flashed her a suggestive smile. "At last my saké. Just set it down there, will you? It's thirsty work, cutting into these joytoys." Once she had heard the ping of the 100% download, V compiled allowing for the 30 second lag to cease. "Of course, Shobo-san." She said setting the tray onto the table. "But you should know. The Mox send their regards." Jotaro blinked rearing back in his seat. "What?! Who are you! Some filthy little edger-ugh!!" V smiled as the program kicked in causing the sicko's limbs to seize up, inducing paralysis. Shobo tried to scream but found he could make no sound. The young edgerunner grinned, planting herself on the desk in front of him opening up the bottle of saké.
"No one can hear you scream, Jotaro. It's just you and me. Now you will begin to feel what your victims felt before you carved them up, you sick fuck. Helpless." She said calmly to the dying Tyger Claw boss, pouring out a measure of the liquor into a small bowl. In desperation, Shobo glanced at the camera on the opposite wall behind V. Knocking back the sweet fragrant ice cold rice wine, she answered his unspoken question. "I killed the camera's when I entered, borrowing this outfit from one of your waitresses. I was far more decent with her then you were with those poor joytoys. She will wake in the hour with sore throat and a killer headache. Which is more than I can say for you, Shobo. Your brain's gonna fry in 3...2..." Suddenly there was a flash behind Shobo's optics as his CPU overloaded, crying his brain. The monster died without a sound, slumping in his chair fumes escaping from his ears, nostrils and mouth. "...One. Burn in hell, motherfucker." V grinned wafting away the acrid smell of burnt brain matter, raising from the table. Her gig complete, the edgerunner made for the door. "Oh and FYI. I'am more of a Centzon Tequila kinda girl, goodbye asshole." She quipped to the still smoking Jotaro Shobo before walking out the office, tray in hand.
The Alley beside the Ho-Oh Club, 21:02pm
Using her disguise, V was able to backtrack through the club to the service entrance and out through the door to the alley, easily blending in with no one paying a simple waitress any mind. Standing by the dumpster, quickly redressing in her clothes V admired the still sleeping naked Abigail laying on her side taking in her gentle lithe curves and lightly tanned skin, drinking her down. That was until Regina's image appeared in the left of her vision, as her phone rang. "Way to go, Reggie..." She sighed before pulling on her denim sleeveless jacket, answering the call.
" Nice work V, quick, quiet and above all clean. You made that sick prick suffer. The Mox send their gratitude and your payment is winging it's way to you as we speak, enjoy. And that trick with the disguises, never seen anything like it. I hope the girl will be all right." V looked down on the sleeping form of Abigail, grinning. "Don't worry, Regina. She's sleeping like a kitten. I was gentle with her. Anyhow, thanks for the eds it's been a pleasure." Regina crossed her arms smiling. "Yeah, I will be touch with more gigs. There's no shortage of sickos in Night City. Take care V." With that she hung up. The edgerunner grinned as she saw €$5000 pop straight into her account, bringing it up to a sweet €$18000. Excellent, I can square my debt to Vic. Thanks, Regina.
Leaning into the dumpster, V placed Abigail's folded uniform next to her before planting a kiss on her forehead. "Thanks sweet Abigail, you've been a great help and you'll be needing this back. But if I were you, I would look for a better gig since you're officially unemployed. See you around, choom " Closing the lid on the unconscious Abigail for the last time, V walked back to her car.
Getting in she pulled out onto Allen Street, heading towards Mega Building H08. Switching on the radio to Night 98.9 FM, V caught the back end of Night City Blues , leaning into her seat the edgerunner smiled, glancing up at the neon lights that gave the city its name. It was just another night in the City of Dreams.