Evelyn had been the only one who had wanted to continue to view Harry's memories. V was sure Harry would have let them all view it, but something about using memories to learn about someone seemed wrong to her. Like trying to fix a car with a manual when the guy who built it was standing next to you. It felt too cold and clinical.

V had always preferred to get to know people as they were. A holdover from her nomad days. Where you trusted your gut more than anything else. She had adapted as she worked in Night City, but old habits were hard to break. Especially now with Harry.

Everything she had learned about him so far had only raised more questions. He didn't act like most people in the city or even the ones outside of it. He acted more like those heroes that V remembered from campfire stories. Swooping in to save the day, fighting dragons and other monsters. It didn't help that he had fought an actual dragon.

But he never boasted about it. Most people she knew would sing their own praises to anyone who would listen. They would definitely get a drink named after them in the Afterlife. It would have been everything Jackie would have wanted. It was everything Johnny had been.

"Can we talk?" Judy's voice broke through the swirling thoughts.

V looked up from her navel-gazing on the couch. Judy was standing in front of her, arms crossed more for her own comfort than anything else. "Sorry," V shook her head, "Yeah, we can talk."

"Not here though," She shot a furtive glance at Harry and Evelyn.

"I don't think they can hear us," V said.

"V, please."

V sighed but nodded as she stood, "Yeah, alright. Need to talk to you too."

Judy cast another look at Harry and Eveyln before slinking through the doorway to her editing den. V followed, her attention straying to the custom hardware Judy used for editing her BD's. It all looked impressive to V's eyes, but considering what her own rig consisted of it was probably better if she didn't judge.

Judy closed the door and took a seat in her chair. V found herself a wall to lean on. An uncomfortable silence descended on the two of them. Judy still hadn't turned her chair around to face V.

"Ok so, usually when someone says they need to talk, they… You know… Talk," V said

Judy slid something across her desk. It was small and shiny. It took a moment for V to recognize it for a piece of cyberware. Even longer to identify the type of chrome it was.

"Found this after you two left the other day," Judy said. "Apparently your friend out there didn't just get rid of Evie's BD implant."

"And I'm guessin' you got something off it?"

"Yeah, I did," She turned her chair just enough to glance sideways at V. "You remember that ripperdoc? Fingers?"

"Yeah, course I do."

"He had Eveyln four days. But accordin' to Tom, she was out for a week before you turned up."

"Yeah," Pieces started fitting together in V's mind. She didn't like the shape they were fitting into.

"Woodman," Judy said with more venom than she had ever heard her use. "Had three days where he did whatever he wanted to her till he was bored. Then he pawned her off."

"You saw that?"

Judy started to nod her head, but stopped halfway through and shook it instead, "Kinda. The stuff I got was corrupted. Barely usable. I cleaned it up enough to get the gist of what was goin' on though."

"Shit, I knew he was a sleazy fuck, but I didn't think he'd do something like that." V said.

"Yeah, puts on a convincing facade. I knew him, but I never thought him that sick in the brain," Judy paused for a moment, chewing on her lip as she looked for the words to say. "I wanna do something about it… about him."

"Like what?"

"Dunno yet. Was gonna talk to Suze but… Pretty sure I'm on thin ice with her right now," Judy said.

"Harry might-"

"I don't want him involved," Judy spun around to glare at V. "This isn't his business. Besides, you heard him before, with his anti-revenge bullshit."

"Judy…"

"No, V. I know you trust him. That's fine. I don't though. And this is my business," Judy looked down at her hands. "I was hopin' I could trust you though."

V wanted to say that Judy could trust her. It was almost a gut reaction to respond that way. But she fought that down. Would it do any good to get involved with whatever Judy was planning? Time wasn't something she had a lot of.

Neville's words from the cliffside came back to her. About having the power to help. She was sure this wasn't exactly what the old man had in mind when he told her this. But the sentiment applied itself well. Judy had been sucked into V's shit show of a life. If V was dead in three weeks, she would be damned sure to at least leave those around her better off.

"Yeah, what do you need from me?"

Judy let out a relieved sigh, "Don't know yet. Just needed to know you were on board. Got some details to work out first."

"Got any specific details you want to share?"

Judy leaned back in her chair, "You know Clouds. Evie thought she'd be safe there. You saw how far that got her. I'm glad she's alright, but I can't just let that go. Can't stop thinking about the other dolls. Pretty sure any one of them would get the same treatment. Can't let that happen."

V whistled through her teeth, "You tryin' to start another Lizzies Bar Jude? That's a pretty tall order for one person."

"I know someone at Clouds who'll take our side," Judy said.

"When you planning on talking with this contact of yours?"

"Tomorrow, in the morning. She'll be the only one there that early."

"I'm comin' with you then, how early you thinkin'?"

"Before eight, was gonna sneak in, didn't want anyone else to know I was there."

"How long have you been planin' this?"

"Since you and your friend left," Judy crossed her arms. "Had plenty of time to think, waiting for Evie to wake up."

It didn't seem like Judy had much of a plan. She'd have to pull off some kind of miracle to take Clouds from the clutches of the Tyger Claws. That's what it took when the Mox fought back against them. And apparently, if the information Judy had grabbed out of their servers was true, Harry had played some kind of role in that. Considering what V had seen him do so far, it was easy to imagine what the role had been.

"What about the Mox?" V asked. Judy needed more than a dying solo on her side if she was going to pull something like this off. "You planin' on getting them involved?"

"Maybe," Judy said. "Wanna have some kind of plan in place 'fore I approach Suzy about all this."

"Probably a good idea," V pushed off the wall. "I would like you to look at something for me though, 'Bout my situation." She pulled out the shard from her jacket and handed it to Judy.

"What is it?" Judy asked as she inspected the shard. "I ain't gonna get a virus in my system 'cause of this will I?"

"Nah, it's the schematics of the relic," V pointed at her neck. "Ya know the one that's killin' me."

"Chrome ain't exactly my specialty," Judy said even as she slotted the shard into her computer. "I'll still take a look but… Don't get your hopes up."

V found another place to sit as Judy went over the data. It didn't take long for Judy to let out a low whistle and push herself away from her desk. "This is… Some real shit V. I barely understand most of it."

"But you can understand some of it?"

"A bit. Seems almost like really primitive braindance tech," Judy shook her head. "I'd have to look it over more to really be able to tell you anything. Do you need that shard back?"

"Yeah, I wanna show it to Vik, my ripperdoc, see what he can make of it," V said.

"Can I make a copy then? I'll need something to look over."

V shrugged, "Yeah go ahead. Keep it overnight, I'll grab it from you in the morning."

There was a knock on the door causing the two women to whip their heads around. Harry's voice emanated from the other side, "You two ladies done in there?"

Judy scowled as she jumped up and slammed the door open, "The fuck do you want Juju man?"

Harry reeled back, raising his hands in the air, "Woah, just wanted to check. Evelyn and I are done. She's clean by the way."

Judy crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, "Well that's somethin' I suppose." There was a pause as she looked down to the floor and scuffed the carpet with her shoes. "Thanks, by the way. For what you've done for Evie."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, a wry grin on his face, "Just trying to be helpful."

"Nuh-uh," Judy pushed off the doorframe. "Don't start with that humble bullshit. I ain't buying it for a second, not in this city."

"As I may have pointed out before, I'm not from this city," Harry said.

Judy shook her head as she brushed past him, "Don't push it Juju man."

V stood, patting Harry's shoulder as she entered the main room, "So you said Evelyn was clean. That mean the Voodoo Boys aren't actually magic?"

"Ah, actually…"

"Apparently, while they didn't curse me, they did use magic to obscure themselves in my memory," Evelyn said from her spot in the armchair.

"Shit," Judy said.

"So I could be walkin' into a Voodoo den now?" V said. "Well, that's just great."

"Good thing you have me then," Harry said. "Besides, Vodou practitioners are rarely dangerous. They mostly focus on tricking the senses and such."

"Well, I can assure you the Voodoo Boys are dangerous," V said. She gave Harry a pointed look. "We're gonna need to tread lightly with them."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You haven't really shown me a subtle side," V said.

Harry spluttered, "I can be subtle. Maybe I've been so subtle you just haven't seen it."

"Says the guy with a flying motorcycle."

Judy snorted from her spot on the couch, "Really? Thought you said you rode broomsticks? A flying motorcycle is almost preem."

V's holo rang as Harry tried to formulate a response. Takemura's name popped up in her hud. She turned away from the group and answered the call.

"V? Can we talk? It is important," Takemura said as soon as the connection had been secured.

"Yeah, just give me a sec," V switched the line, putting Takemura on mute, before addressing the room. "Gotta take this call."

"More leads?" Harry asked

"Yeah, it's Takemura," V said as she moved towards the door. "Sorry to just bail on ya Judy. I'll keep in touch." She saw Judy nod slightly before she slipped through the door. She switched the line back to Takemura, "Alright I'm free. What's so important?"

"I may have found a solution… to the problem we share," Takemura said. V skipped down the steps, nearly barreling through people as she got out of the apartment building as he continued, "I have established contact with an old friend from Arasaka. He is here in Night City now. He is well-connected to certain influential people."

"Alright," V said as she stepped outside. "You're bein' more cryptic than normal. How exactly is this gonna help us?"

"There will be a meeting, you, me, and this friend of mine. You will tell him the truth about what happened at Konpeki plaza."

"And this friend of yours will believe this?"

"I have little hope for that. But it will be a start."

V leaned against Harry's motorcycle, her arms crossed, "Of all people you oughta know, Night City tests everyone's reliability. Even that of old friends. Sure about this guy? Trust him?"

"Many times we have had the opportunity to kill one another," Takemura paused as he rethought his words. "Yes… I trust him."

V sighed. She didn't like the way this sounded, but at the moment she had little choice, "Fine, when and where?"

"Japantown. After sunset. I am sending you the precise location," The coordinates popped up on V's hud. "I will see you there."

With that, Takemura ended the call, giving V no chance to clarify what he meant by after sunset, "Great, well there goes tonight."

"You sound frustrated," Harry said from behind her.

"Thank you captain obvious," V snarled. She took a quick breath in an attempt to quell the anger that Johnny had pushed onto her. "Sorry, just… Johnny doesn't like the idea of working with a corpo. I don't either, but he has decidedly stronger feelings about it."

"That's fucking putting it lightly," Johnny said. He materialized against the building, a cigarette already in his mouth. "I'm just waiting for the sudden but inevitable betrayal."

"For once we're in agreement," V said. "Especially after learning about the Augurey and everything that entails." She let her gaze wander over Harry as he leaned beside her against the bike. "Didn't know about any of that till I met you. And it seems pretty important to everything, so why didn't he mention it before."

"He might not have known, though considering his position..." Harry trailed off as he stared into the distance.

"It's highly fucking unlikely," Johnny finished for him. "Wouldn't put it past the corpo bastard to have kept that information back just for the last laugh."

"I doubt that's the reason," Harry shot back at Johnny. "Did you want me to come with? Or make myself scarce?"

"You said you wanted to meet Takemura didn't you?" V asked. Harry nodded in agreement. "Then you should be there, though… Can you hide till after we have this meeting with whoever Takemura is in contact with?"

Harry's grin grew, "I have a few things up my sleeve."

The coordinates Takemura had given V lead her to a backroad on the west end of Japantown. The water of Monterey Bay was calm this far inland. The neon lights of night City offered no illumination this far down. A piece of trash blew across the pavement like a tumbleweed in those old westerns that used to be popular.

V fiddled with the necklace Misty had made for her. Turning it this way and that, watching how the suspended bullet moved around in the makeshift holder. It was weird to think that this was the thing that almost ended her. That it had technically ended her. Yet she survived, thanks to a piece of tech that was now killing her.
What did it mean to be killed by the thing that saved you?

"Knut for your thoughts?" Harry asked from where he stared out over the bay.

V clenched her hand around the bullet. She gave Harry a sidelong glance before tucking the necklace underneath her shirt, "Nothin' important. Just soul searching."

"I often find soul searching brings the most important thoughts," He pulled out a small stone from somewhere and flicked it across the small section of the bay. The two of them watched as it skipped three times before disappearing under the water.

"In that war, you fought in," V leaned against the railing next to Harry. "Did you ever come close to dying?"

The stone came flying out of the river and into Harry's hand before he answered, "I did die." Again he flicked the stone out.

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," The stone came back. "There's a set of curses that are called Unforgivable. One of them is a killing curse." He flicked the stone out again. "Three guesses what it does."

"Yeah, don't need that many," V said. "I'm guessing you were hit with said curse? How'd you survive?"

"Well," The stone got thrown again. "The first time-"

"Wait the first time?"

"Yes now hush, you'll distract this old man's brain," The stone thwacked into Harry's palm. "Now the first time, I actually don't know much about what happened. I was one at the time."

V scowled, "Fuck, who wants to kill a kid."

"His name was Voldemort, well," Harry paused and gave V a wry look. "Technically his name was Tom Riddle, but he called himself Voldemort. It was a whole thing."

"Ok so why did this Voldemort want to kill a baby?" V asked. "Or was he just trying to kill your parents and you were caught in the crossfire?" Things like that happened all the time. Especially during some kind of war.

Harry shook his head, "Nope, though that would be a fair assumption. But he entered that house with the sole purpose of killing me. My parents were the collateral damage. But that's not important to this story."

"Fine, so Voldemort goes to kill you using this killin' curse and what?"

Harry again flicked the stone across the bay, "It backfired killing him instead. And leaving me with this scar." He lifted the hair that fell across his forward, revealing the lighting-shaped scar that sat there. The same scar that seemed to be the main way people recognized him.

"Why?" V snatched the stone before it returned to Harry's hand.

He pouted at V for a second, before sighing and continuing his story, "Well, no one really knows for sure. The most accepted answer was my mother doing something to protect me. There's an odd phenomenon when it comes to magic. If someone were to sacrifice themselves to protect another person, then that person is protected from the magic of the attacker. Usually, it protects them from small things. Minor curses and jinxes that sort of thing."

"So your mother sacrificed herself for you then?" V flicked the rock out, causing it to skip four times. "Seems pretty straightforward."

"Except, that kind of magic only protects from minor things. Not unblockable killing curses," The stone flew back to Harry's hand. He handed it to V this time. "My mother would have had to find a way to amplify that effect. Unfortunately whatever she did was destroyed in the blast of the spell backfiring."

"Still," she threw the stone again. "Just because no one knows exactly what she did doesn't mean she didn't do anything."

Harry shrugged, "It's still one of those questions about my life I'll never get a true answer for. But there is one thing I do know about that night."

Harry spun around to lean back on the concrete block that sat near the edge of the bay, "When that spell backfired on Tom, it broke off a piece of his soul, which latched onto me, turning me into a Horcrux."

That explained why Harry was around now. He had prior experience. V hung her head, letting her hair hide her face from him, "And the second?"

"That was at the end of the war," Harry said, "Tom had returned three years before, and I had just spent a year hunting down the rest of his Horcruxes."

"He had more than one?"

"Seven, well, eight including myself," Harry said. "The fact that I was a Horcrux was important. Because the only way to destroy a Horcrux is to destroy the object containing it beyond magical repair."

V remained silent as she fought to keep Johnny from popping out. He seemed to react harshly to what Harry was saying if the rage bubbling inside her was any indication. Admittedly the direction she thought Harry was heading didn't fill her with confidence for her own situation.

"Anyway, we ended up at Hogwarts to find the last of his Horcruxes," Harry's voice had gone soft. "He found out I was there, so he launched an attack. And during that attack, I found out what I was."

"What did you do?" It was a question V could already guess the answer to. But she had to ask it.

Harry looked up into the washed-out sky that laid beyond the towering buildings. "I walked into the middle of his camp. And let him kill me. Ironically thanks to the Horcrux he unknowingly left in my head as well as my mother's lingering protection I ended up coming back."

V turned to Harry but before she could voice her thought, the low rumble of an engine broke through the night air. A white van approached the pair, its headlights dimmed so as to not attract attention.

"Looks like he's here you'll want to," V's voice died in her throat once she noticed Harry was already gone. A quick scan with her kiroshi's showed no obvious heat signatures like what sometimes stuck around with stealth tech.

There was a tap on her shoulder and Harry's voice whispered in her ear, "I'm still here. Just be natural."

V shrugged his hand off her shoulder just as Takemura stepped out of the van. He looked worse than V remembered. Eyes sunken in, slouched posture, dirty coat.

"It is good to see you V," Takemura said. He sounded tired to V. Which made sense considering the state he seemed to be in.

"What the hell happened to you. You look close to awful," V said as Takemura leaned up against an old concrete barrier.

"You see a man robbed of his implants, money, and dignity," Takemura tilted his head to look at V. "Look well." He sighed and shook his head, "It is not all bad. I am mostly unnoticed in the streets."

"So when's your friend getting here?"

"Oda? He should be here any moment now."

V leaned against the railing again, "Alright, so while we wait, you willing to finally give me the spec on him?"

Takemura looked over at V, regarding her with his usual cold stare, "He is Hanako-sama's bodyguard."

That got V to bolt back to her feet, "Wait, Hanako Arasaka? From the carrier at anchor in the bay? Saburo's daughter?"

"Yes," Takemura remained calm in the face of V's frantic questioning, "And if he believes you, we will next meet with her."

"Oh that's good, and what's to stop her little errand boy from selling us out?"

"He will not do that. He is a man of honor."

V gritted her teeth, "Right, 'cause Arasaka's ranks are chock-full of those."

Takemura shot a glare at V, "Do not confuse true honor with the petty morals by which you live." He looked over V's shoulder, ignoring her reaction. "By car, huh? A good sign. He is usually camouflaged."

The car Takemura's contact was using growled past them. It flipped around, showing off more maneuverability than V was used to seeing in a car of its size. She held her arm in front of he eyes as the headlight threatened to blind her. Apparently, Oda didn't care about being seen.

A man stepped out of the car, dressed in a clean business suit. He was followed by a woman. Takemura stiffened as she seemed to flow out of the car. Dark hair, that V could tell had once been dyed silver by the faded tips, framed her aristocratic features. A dark blue dress outlined in silver hugged the woman's body with a matching blue cloak that was draped over one shoulder.

Something about her put V's nerves on edge as well. Though she looked no different than any other corpo V had seen. Something in the back of her mind was screaming at her to run.

As V looked into the woman's brown eyes, she felt a kind of pressure build inside her head. She felt Harry tap her shoulder and urgently whisper into her ear, "Look away now." V looked down at the pavement. The pressure that had built, disappeared as soon as she did. In a softer tone, Harry whispered, "Don't look her directly in the eyes."

Slowly, V brought her gaze back up, being sure to follow Harry's direction. She focused on the man who now stood in front of her and Takemura. He bowed to Takemura as he spoke, "Takemura-san."

"Oda," Takemura said, though he didn't bow back. "Why have you brought her along."

"Insurance," Oda said. He gestured to V. "Is this her? Your thief?"

"She is my witness, V," Takemura said, nodding his head towards V.

"Can speak for myself you know," V said. She was sure the two of them would have kept talking as if she wasn't there. As it was, her outburst drew the attention of both Oda and his unknown companion. V could feel the woman's eyes on her even though she refused to meet the woman's gaze.

Oda turned his impassive gaze to V, "So speak, I have been told you know things."

V matched Oda's cold stare with one of her own, "Was there. Saw what happened. Yorinobu strangled the old guy-"

"Silence. Not one word more," Oda interrupted V. He took a step forward and pointed at her. "You will bring death to your door."

"But it is the truth!" Hanako-sama must hear it," Takemura said.

Oda didn't seem to care, "My one concern is to keep her safe in this city forgotten by the gods."

Takemura paced in front of V as Oda spoke. V could see his jaw clench in frustration that came out in his voice when he spoke again, "Is she in danger?"

Oda shook his head, "Now? No. Yet during the parade to honor Arasaka-sama? Most certainly."

"I bring you this witness to his murder," Takemura again turned to V, using his whole body to gesture at her before turning back to berate Oda more. "And you dare to worry about a silly parade? Fool!" His voice rose louder with his last word, nearly shouting at Oda.

Oda still kept his straight posture, refusing to rise to Takemura's bait, "Correct. Unlike you, I have not yet failed to keep my oath to do my duty ."

V had enough of the two men's contest of wills. She interrupted Oda's jab at Takemura, "But you can't ignore the truth!"

"The truth?" The woman spoke, her voice like silk and tinged with a similar accent to Harry's. "The truth is what we define it as, little thief."

V stiffened, still refusing to look the woman in the eyes. Though she did see the sickly sweet smile that spread across the woman's thin lips.

"Pretty sure this case, the truth is cut and dry," V said. "Not much you can change about a son killing his father."

"Perhaps," The woman said. "But considering there were only two witnesses or well. Only one now."

V gritted her teeth. I wouldn't do any good to go off right now. They were trying to end this without a fight after all. No matter how much that dig at Jackie made V want to punch the woman in the mouth.

"That is enough," Takemura stepped in front of V again. "You have no business being here kijo."

"I have every right to be here as Arasaka-sama's trusted advisor," The woman said.

"You filled his head with lies and deceit."

"I gave him everything I promised," The woman folded her arms. "It is not my fault he met an… Unfortunate end. In fact, some would say, that as his bodyguard that responsibility would have fallen to you."

Takemura took a step forward, causing the woman to draw a thin white wand. V grabbed Takemura's arm while putting a hand on the pistol tucked in the small of her back. A movement that the woman noticed, considering the way her smile turned predatory.

"Well, it seems the little thief is more well informed than I thought," The woman turned her wand to V. "Tell me, who have you been talking with." When V didn't respond the woman sighed, "Very well. Look at me."

The words wormed their way into V's brain. A sense of bliss settled over her and a voice that sounded like hers whispered to her. It promised that there was nothing to fear. That all of this would be over if she just looked. All she had to do was look into the woman's eyes.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP," Johnny's voice roared in her head, stopping her before she followed the voice's instructions. The bliss washed away to be replaced by a deep sense of violation.

"Stay the fuck outta my head," V growled at the woman.

The woman was unperturbed by her failure. If anything she seemed gleeful, "Oh you are an interesting one aren't you?"

"Enough of this," Takemura said. "Are you going to help or not?"

"No, I will not," Oda replied. "What I will do is allow you both to leave this place, this city, unharmed. But if I see either of you again, I will kill you."

With that Oda spun on his heel and walked away. The woman followed, tucking her wand back into her sleeve. Before she got in the car she shot a glance towards V and smiled, "I suspect I'll be seeing you again, little thief." She slipped into the car, closing the door behind her with a thunk. It drove off leaving Takemura and V alone.

Before Takemura could speak, V was talking, "Who the hell was that?"

"She is of no importance," Takemura said, turning away from V.

"Really now?" V stomped over to Takemura. Slamming a hand onto the door of his van as he tried to open it. "Cause if she's who I think she is."

"And who is that?" Takemura's eyebrows knitted together. He obviously didn't like this line of questioning. That only made V want to push further.

"The Augury."

Takemura stiffened again. A scowl crossed over his face before he was able to school his feature, "Where did you hear that name?"

"Hellman," V said. "In fact. He was the one to tell me she worked on the chip in my head. You know, the chip that's killing me. Apparently, she worked some magic on it. Not only that but she shoved Johnny's soul onto it."

"You seem very well informed on this topic," Takemura said. He stepped closer to V, encroaching into her personal space. "Where are you getting this information?"

"Me," Harry said as he pulled off what looked like a cloak. It disappeared into his coat before V could get a good look at it. Takemura whispered something under his breath as he looked at Harry. The man had taken a step back. "I'm guessing you know me?"

"Shi no masuta."

"Really don't like that name," Harry said with a shake of his head. "Makes me out to be something I'm not."

Takemura ignored him, "This is the company you keep V?

"Yeah, it is," V said. "Considering he doesn't keep shit from me that affects me."

"You do not understand-"

"No fuck that!" V yelled, finally allowing Johnny's rage to bleed into her own. "I understand enough. You were keeping key information about my condition to yourself. And you had no intention of letting me know either!"

"It was not-"

"What? Not my concern?" V grabbed Takemura and slammed him against the van. "Were you just going to wait till you had everything you wanted, then it would be, oops you can't be helped after all. You'll just have to die unless I sell my soul to you too?"

Harry's hand settled on her shoulder, "V."

V growled before once again slammed Atkemura against the van. She pushed off him and back away, "We're fucking done. You can figure out your revenge on your own." She turned away. Not quite sure where she was exactly going. She just knew she had to get out of here.

"V, I had oath's to honor," Takemura said as he straightened himself out. "Please understand."

V whirled, her fist smacking against Takemura's chin. The man crumpled to the ground, the lack of usual implants leaving him more vulnerable to V's attack. She was sure she wouldn't have been able to do that in his previous condition.

"Fuck your honor," V spat out. "I'll take my petty morals." She turned to Harry. "Can you take me home? I'm done here."

Harry nodded and stepped up beside her as they walked off to where his motorcycle had been stashed. As they left Takemura called out, "Oda was right. You will bring death to your door."

Without looking back V answered, thankful to T-bug for having installed that Japanese language package, "Then it a good thing I have its master with me then."

A/N: Wow, this took a long time. But I'm pretty happy with this chapter at the moment. That'll probably change in a couple of days but that's future me's problem. Also, there are a couple of instances of Japanese in this chapter. If any of you speak the language and can come up with better phrases for Takemura to use feel free to throw them up in the comment. Anyway, I'll see you all in the future.