Recent content by Joseph "Grey" Graham

'You hear that Jay? She wants me to leave.' Smiling to himself, Joe kept one eye on the blonde as Jae-won rattled off a spree of Korean even his translation soft couldn't keep up with. 'Gonna have to slow it down, old timer. What's that? You want me to ask? Alright.' Turning to sit side-on to...

'That ain't strictly true, Die.' Joe replied as the MT hurried past. Kidnapping was epidemic in Night City. One moment you would be walking down the street, hand in hand with your output, then all of a sudden she's being bundled into the side of a van whilst you lie bleeding on the concrete...

The Medcenter had always been a busy place, though that was no surprise. Humans were a fragile species. So many moving parts, and all of them prone to failure. The pollution didn't help. If it wasn't the radioactive waste being pumped into the San Morro Bay, it was the smog drifting off of Santo...

It was tough work, being an outsider in Night City. It was almost as if the natives could sense it, the fact that you weren't a local. A tribal thing, Joe figured. That's what it boiled down to at the end of the day. Were you from Westbrook or Watson? Santo or The Glen? Did you have gang...

He was on his feet and running as soon as the words left Malachi's lips. A series of short, sharp popping sounds filled his ears as he ran, head down, chin to chest. It was the sound of small arms fire. Close. By the time he reached the other side of the street, the tempo had picked up again...

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'Is the client ready to move?' 'Ready and fuckin' able,' the man in question growled, refusing Inoue's offer of assistance as he forced himself to stand on shaky legs. His eyes -cybernetic implants- glowed a light blue as he made contact with someone outside the room. A boss, maybe, or a...

The blast didn't knock him unconscious, but it sure took the wind right out of him. 'Shit! Graham! You okay, choom?!' Gritting his teeth, Joe sat up, dust and debris pouring off him. Fragments of glass and stone adhered to his scrubs, small, sharp bits digging into the aramid weave that had kept...

It was like it happened in slow motion. One second, the Aerodyne was there, descending from the heavens, machine guns blazing. The next, it was gone, torn apart by the kind of military-grade ordinance used by Militech or Arasaka or any one of the myriad corps who sought to rule the world, and...

They hit the stairs. With Webber in front, and Meyer and Inoue behind, Joe took the time to weigh their options, his G-58 held in a ready position against his chest. Alarms blared as they made their way down to the ground floor. Their client was supposed to be down there, tucked up tight in some...

'Well, ain't this about a bitch!' 'Chill, man, chill! No need to go gettin' your panties in a bunch.' 'Oh, yeah? Are you even listening to the radio traffic?! There's a fuckin' cyberpsycho down there! Y'know, in the bank our man's gone and got himself trapped in.' 'Actually, yeah, that does...

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Joe could see the guy didn't like it, but what choice did he have? Better to follow orders than to get left behind. 'How long?' Joe cast about for the Medtechs, 'Meyer! Inoue! How's the client lookin'?' The man in question had taken a bullet to the chest, maybe two. If not for the protection his...

Gunfire welcomed them the moment they set down. Jumping from the running boards, Joe returned fire as his weapon's targeting system picked up targets. A dozen figures, each with a diamond covering his or her head. It didn't matter who they were or why they shooting. The client's safety was the...

Two minutes. Estimated time of arrival. Not long at all, in the grand scheme of things. But long enough for whatever poor gonk they were on the way to rescue. Some suit, probably. Usually was. Sat back, harness engaged, Joseph counted down the seconds as the AV-4 banked sharply between...