Maybe getting shot wasn't so bad. Having this hot piece of eye candy is a major improvement. Now do I have enough charm to get laid?
" You definitely know how to work with your hands. How hard would it be to learn some of your skills? It would be lifesaving to know just some of your skills. I'd be willing to pay in hard eddies for your time of course."
I use a colossal amount of will to not smile at the way she cutely wiggles from side to side. She's grade A milf material that just looks oh so fine.
"I, I wouldn't be opposed to teaching you some basic first aid. You could easily just buy a basic learning guide online for nearly anything though."
Even with how shy she sounds, her hands don't slow down and are moving flawlessly to my untrained eyes. What I wouldn't do to have those hands around... Maybe I do have a libido problem.
" Oh I'm much more of a hands on learner. If it's just a simple how to video I tend to zone out much to quickly. There's no rush on my part to learn, but I'd rather like to be taught by someone with decent hands on experience. You seem way over qualified for a EMT."
Maybe having someone picking metal shards out of me isn't the best time to flirt. Hopefully she thinks I'm cool because of my stoic resolve. I think I'm hiding my pain expertly.
" How about this, if the others are gone by the time I get you patched up then we can do our first lesson."
My smile is only slightly broken as she digs for a particular deep shard. Hopefully she didn't notice my moment of weakness.
The fiery headed medic takes her time digging out all the small shards. Funny enough it barely takes the cops thirty minutes to document everything and run off. Maybe they just don't like the sand?
It's kinda weird how quick they were about everything. They even got the poor fuckers out in record time.
" Alright, your patched up and ready to go. From a look on his medical files it looks like he has a slightly out of date liver implant. Luckily Biotechnica brand implants still sell well if maintained well enough. One hundred eddies for this little improv lesson."
That's pretty damn cheap. Maybe? I've got more than enough on me. Trying to find a hundred dollars is rather easy. Most of cash lining my pockets seem to be twenties with the occasional other amount shoved in too.
Nearly dropped a few buck there while counting. Handing over the cash has her quickly stowing them away.
" Now you just need to make a clean cut right here. Make sure to use something to kill the pain on anyone not deceased. Then-"
Our time together quickly passes as she strips the body for all it's worth. Her lesson mainly focuses on proper hand movements and little tidbits that she learned on the job. Some of the more technical parts fly right over my head though.
Sadly just when I thought we were building up the start of a connection together, she quickly packed up and left. With just a small apology about rushing to the next patient she left without anyway to contact her.
Welp, can't win them all. Hopefully this won't happen again when I get my new phone.
Time to see if the girls ran off or decided to stay. Maybe they'll run away and lead me to another scav den to raid. All of the potential options sound like a fun time for me.
Going back down the dusty trail is thankfully boring. Having the surrounding area being nothing but dessert makes ambushing slightly harder.
" I fucking hate sand. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. What I wouldn't give for a nice forest. What can I do to make a forest? I'll have to look into that."
Looks like the three women decided to stay. Or maybe they're waiting for a good opportunity to stab me in the back. I'll have to think about a way to stop that from happening. Maybe I can think up something with runes?
" Heyo! Looks like you got charmed by my overwhelming charisma. Anyways, I found us a new place to live. Hope you don't mind living in a dead serial killer's house. It's right down the road."
I stop myself at the edge of the door before looking back in. All of them are already decently cleaned up with what little is back here.
" Anyone want to seat up front?" Looks like all of them do. They all silently get in with me.
Whoever designed this truck made it have plenty of cab room. I'd be tempted to keep the damn thing if it wasn't a gas guzzling hog.
" This is it girls! I know it's not much right now, but I'm hoping to build this place into somewhere I can truly relax in peace. Maybe even start up a farm too."
One of the biggest things that stuck with me about the lore of cyberpunk was the fact chickens were outlawed because of a engineered plague. Whoever got in the way of my chicken is getting fucked up Asap!
My thoughts get but on hold because of the girls just sitting in the truck. Are they just going to just sit around?
" Just going to sit around? Hmm, I don't really care what you gals do. Unless it's something too morally wrong. So no more scav shit on undeserving randos. I'm cleaning the house up of all the trash piled up. After that I'm moving in all the loot from the truck and probably calling it for today."
Now that that's out of the way I can start the fun of cleaning up others messes. I've always had a deep hate for cleaning out other fuckers shit. It's also too bad I can't stand living in a fucking pigsty even more.
Of fucking course this dumbass doesn't have any brooms or mops to use. I'd settle for using a damn shovel over cleaning up the piles of trash with my hands. To top everything off, the only gloves I kind find are for ham handed fuckers.
Using my vast knowledge and intellect I managed to make a solution. Using two chair legs and some duck tape I've made a shovel. Using it makes pushing all the trash out the backdoor so much easier! It only took like five minutes tops to make and a few hours to clean up.
To clean up the stained floor I taped a few shirts to the end of my shovel and put some dish soap all over the floor. Only had to cut off and replace the dirty shirts three times.
Now it's time to let the floor dry up some. Seems like when I got close to the truck the three of them stopped talking about something. Wonder what's up with them?
" Heyo! I got done with the first floor. I'm taking a break while it drys up in there. Soo... I've already basically told you three what I'm planning to do. So what do you wanna do?"
Seems like the netrunner with the missing mouth is their spokesperson. There's a certain amount of irony in that.
" Us three decided what to do. None of us can really make a living doing edgerunner shit. Frankly none of us are any good in a scrap. Me and three tit Mila here are decently good at fixing shit. Maria was trying to scrape up enough eddies to get her shoulder mounts full, but when the old boss found out how shit she was fighting, he didn't want to waste the eddies."
Maria takes a step forward to and buts a hand on the netrunner's shoulder. It's made rather easy since Maria is nearly two heads taller than her.
" I... Ya, I even got some good subdermal armor in me. I have to thank you. If you didn't kill our old boss I'd it ripped out in the next few days. Probably wouldn't have made it..."
It's my turn to give a supporting hand to her. It's only mildly odd having to reach up that heigh up. Maria is built like a shapely mountain. One that I loved climbing. Fuck, now I'm getting horny again.
" Maybe I could help out finding scrap? Wait, you said something about starting up a farm? Most of the ones I've heard about are just protein worms. I've heard about Biotechnica making some good synthetic meat."
Ugh, I'm not eating the bugs, and I'm not living in the damn pods! I don't care if I need to make giant, super chickens, I'll have my damn fried chicken! Even if I'll doom this earth to a feather filled death!
My hand reaches up further to cup her cheek. The action is made a little difficult because of our height difference. I still can't believe this six foot four beast of a woman is a scaredy cat.
" We'll be growing real food. It'll be tough to get started up, but I won't settle for this synthetic shit for long. I want real alcohol, steak that's fresh, and everything else that I can eat being home grown!"
Hopefully using a fuck ton of magic will fill the wholes in getting livestock and crops that'll last in this shit hole. I'll need to purify and till the earth around here. A defense ward is also needed to keep fuckers out. Some Harry Potter like wards would be perfect for what I need.
Now who would have a shit ton of seeds that I can steal? Oh fucking hell, I'll need to prepare like fucking crazy before I soon take on Biotechnica and live. Anything is worth it for a good fucking drink and steak though.
" You'll have plenty to do when I get the farm started up here soon. Now, does anyone know where the nearest marble quarry is? I'm in need for a big rock."