The Last Will and Testament
I, Valerie Welles, of Night City California, being an adult, of sound and disposing mind and memory, and not acting under any menace, fraud, duress, influence, or compulsion whatsoever, do hereby make, execute, and publish my LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT.
To Victor Vector, I leave you a new clinic in City Center. Coordinates attached. The best Ripperdoc in the city deserves the best digs in the city. You've saved my life more times than I can count. Now get out there and save countless more.
To Regina Jones, I leave you your pistol Skippy. I happened upon it on some gangbanger in an alleyway, and it just recently told me its original owner, you. To be honest I'll be glad to be rid of it, and finally have some peace and quiet. Please tell it to stop singing.
To Claire Russell, I leave you the Afterlife, its premises, property deed, and staff in its entirety. I know this could never replace your husband, but I hope this can be a new start for you.
To Andrew Weyland, I leave Rogue's pistol, Pride. You were her right hand man, her confidante, and after kicking ass in Arasaka together, I know she would've been damn happy to have you keep slaying with her iron.
To Misty Olszewski, I leave you Jackie's motorcycle. Mama Welles gave it to me, but I always knew that every single one of Jackie's things should've gone to you. He was my best choom, but you were his entire world.
To Guadalupe Alejandra 'Mama' Welles, I leave you the included Shard. Jackie and I made it when we were drunk off our asses and having way too much fun with an AI toaster and a Corpo direct service line. It was stupid and embarrassing and immature, but it never ceased to make me smile even during my darkest moments. I hope you can get the same joy from it that I did. I'll be sure to send Jackie your love when I see him.
To Kerry Eurodyne, I leave you Johnny's Porsche, his clothes, shades, and Malorian. I know you two had your ups and downs. Hell I probably know more about that than anyone. But in the end, you are both still stubborn Rockers, crazy terrorists, best chooms, and the biggest fucking legends this city has ever seen. You knew Johnny better than anyone, and that's why his legend will live on through you. Rock on, Samurai.
To Panam Palmer, Mitch Anderson, Saul Bright, and all the Aldecaldos. First off, I wanted to thank you for being the family I always dreamt about, and never had until now. The bickering and the laughing, the fistfights and the barbecues, the raids and the races all gave me a peace I never thought possible. I love my family, and I want them to succeed. So to you, I leave the entirety of my armory and all my vehicles. I hope they serve you well in becoming the baddest badasses in the Badlands.
To River Ward. I pulled some strings with my fixers and contacts. You should be receiving a message in the next few days about a new job opportunity, Private Investigator for Night City. You can work your own hours, be your own boss, and demolish crime in any way you see fit. This is what you were meant to do, what you always talked about. I know Night City will be that much safer because of it. Tell Joss and the munchkins V says hi.
To Judy Alvarez. My rock, my light, my life. My wicked smart, infinitely caring, heart stoppingly beautiful BD gal. You're the reason I never gave up, never stopped striving to fix myself, because I knew you'd be waiting for me. I wanted to stay by your side forever, but forever ended up being cut short for me. But yours lives on. That's why I've arranged a one-way, all expense paid trip to anyplace in the world, away from Night City, along with all the eddies you'll ever need. I know how much you wanted to leave, to start again, but you stayed by my side through and through, 'til the very end. Now I want to give you your own dream. Freedom from this City, freedom from being lost in its grip, and freedom from me. Chin up babe, it's your time to shine. And always remember, I'll be rooting for you from the other side of the BD.
Signed,
V