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As Dmitri was hit, i took a chance to see where his assailant was. I raised my head above the windows long enough to see the road war culminate in the crashing of even more trucks. The brutality of night city streets was perhaps the least alien thing about the place. Even when the NYPD was a...

"I'm hoping that isn't foreshadowing my fate, Mr. Antonov." I remarked slyly. I suspected I might not be wrong. It was a common misconception in my line of work that we enjoyed the game, like gentlemen spies of 20th century film. The problem with the game, if it even really could be called...

I heard them coming up the stairs, but given the situation the inate urge to break for an exit was quashed, pinned against a wall even, by that sinking feeling of knowing I was trapped. When they entered, I got the understanding I was supposed to right away. They were big guys, quite literally...

At this point I couldn't exactly recall how I'd planned to spend my afternoon today, but it wasn't as a prisoner to some hotshot Militech enforcer. Though I was willing to admit my wrongs, my ignorance, I wasn't ready to admit defeat. As the doctor went to his office to grab what he needed for...

"People tend to cooperate when there's a gun pointed to their head. I've been the one holding it before. I know how this works and I'd like to die another day." and I was beginning to suspect I would in this city, one way or another. It dawned on me that the security chief may very well have...

I tried hard not to let my sigh of relief be too obvious as I felt the gun lower from my head and heard the hammer click in resignation. This federal agency would only get me so far, of that I was painfully aware. Ostensibly we were on the same side, enough to give the man pause it seemed, but...

"If this were Maelstrom the security guard would be painted on the wall," I surmised, "good find." So if it wasn't freak gangbangers, I wondered who it could have been. Arasaka seemed reasonable to rule out. This was petty by their standards, and we all knew they wouldn't be taking such a risk...

The creaking of the cautious approach should have alerted me. Was I letting myself go? I wondered as I felt the cold steel of the gun barrel against the back of my head. Not the first time. Was it a bodyguard? No, I wouldn't have even been let in if the ripperdoc had hired muscle. The man...

My worst case scenario turned out to be not the case at all. As I slid through the door I kept myself facing the ripperdoc. I doubted the old man to be liable of stabbing me from behind like some scav, but thus far I'd learned to keep my guard up around Night Citizens of all varieties. I...

I took a sharp breath before I introduced myself, knowing the next words out of my mouth could be tied to the knee-jerk reaction of a trigger finger poised just behind the steel door. Even the kind of shit 2nd Amendment was selling these days could have caliber enough to blow a hole through the...

Militech Building, Corporate Plaza, City Center Concurrent with In For A Pound ------ My days in the Militech offices were a strange limbo between a slow grind and a frantic rush, the hum of business putting up a facade to the people of Night City that work was actually being done. Behind the...

My sidearm dropped smoothly back into it's holster like a blade into a sheath, and focused on running hard. I cut sharp to the right to force myself up against the side of the street so I wouldn't be caught deep in the crowd. Whichever alleyway I hit first would have to suffice for an exit. As I...

@Ingrid Miller I agreed with her assessment, and we continued deeper into the warehouse, climbing the bright yellow safety-painted metal stairway up to the catwalk that surrounded the room and crisscrossed between itself. From there it was a short walk over to the security room. I scanned the...

@Cyrus "Risers" As I tried to weave deeper into the crowd, against my better judgement, I found myself blocked by a solid mass of ravers. The energy in the crowd was reaching a boiling point, the rocker on the stage screamed passionate vitriol into the microphone. It was even a song anymore...

"Please, be my guest." I waved an ushering gesture in to the building. returning the polite manner with which she spoke. She was well-mannered and serious about business, a combination I'd seen enough times to know there was something underlying it. Ulterior motives were all too common. I'd have...