2090

Night City California

Watson District

Maelstrom Territory

D

All Foods Building.

As coming from one room in particular was a radio blasting Black Metal and the sounds of heated blades and carving tools in work.

Laptop on a chair examing each body giving specefic direction where to carve.

As on the corner of the screen still has some unopened messages I which Rich wasn't going to check for he already knew who it was for there was only one person who contacted him through his laptop.

Most of the day had been spent Ripping Cybernetics from the bodies of Tyger Claws.

Saving an arm from each dead as the arms had the mark of Tyger Claw.

Going off they're wallets and ID cards, they all fall in line with being Tyger Claw Grunts.

Poor bastards had no idea what the fuck they were doing when they came to Watson.

"Ah so this is what you do with your time off" spoke the familiar voice of Dum Dum as he hung onto the door way.

"It wasn't in the plan"

"Still, Nice Catch, should have invited me, would have taken you up on the offer"

"Oh really what about having Lemonade at Lizzies"

"Forget it sounds fucking lame"

"Ha, you know you risk Cyberpsychosis when you hang around deadbodies"

"Ah Your a specalist then, but seriously wrecking shit is too fucking fun to be stressing over bullshit"

"Besides the retardation that you usually tell me, what can you tell me about these bodies, just by looking at them"

"Obviously Tyger Claws, going by they're gear and Chrome. Not bottom of the barrel, but nowhere near the top of the Totem Pole either" spoke Dum Dum examining the bodies as well as they're implants.

"Exactly what I pegged"

"So what, most likely Morons who wanted to make a name for themselves picked the wrong car not knowing who you are"

"Yeah, but there were other cars on that block, cars exactly like mine or in same price range and security as mine"

"You do drive a car you would find from an Aldecado or Snake Nation after all"

"That I indeed do" said Rich as he was realizing that he was being way too precautious over a couple of nobodies.

He now laid back in his chair and finally actually relaxed.

Rich had been at it since he arrived at All Food.

First was unloading the bodies and then cleaning up his car of the blood washing the outside and then taking care of the inside. And he would have to patch up the bullet holes.

The seats were fucking ruined so he settled to paint it over with red spray paint and then only after the car was taken care of that he then began working on the dead Tyger Claws.

For the most part he was actually somewhat impressed with the Ripper work here as the Doc who handled them didn't cut corners and didn't just auto-blade everything.

An actual man of the craft who hand did his shit, well fuck.

He thought he was among the only two who did that shit, really shows times have changed.

Ripperdoc's were getting better, Enemy groups are coming into Watson, and Maelstrom is getting new people everyday.

"Damn if your going out again, bring in a bigger haul next time, and that may call for you to bring out the Bad Boy in the Box" said Dum Dum as he was going under the patients chair.

But there was nothing under but a foot kicking Dum Dum in the face forcing him out of the spot.

"I moved it, can't risk your dumb ass misfiring in my office again" spoke Rich as Dum Dum rose to his feet and adjusted his visual implants.

"So what's the plan for the bodies"

"I called some guys to come pick'em up and bury them somewhere nobody would find them"

"Out of site, Out of Mind, too clean for my taste"

"Oh wait, who's the poor bastards you got doing it"

"Marcus Carvill and Shane Lynn"

"Ah the bitch boy who gets 2 Anethesia shots before getting worked on and The Moron who got fooled to get worked on without any Anethesia"

"Those two are a fucking riot"

"Funny as they maybe I had Shane cancel one of his jobs last minute to take one from me and I told him to bring Marcus along so you can beat his ass" spoke Rich as he had it all planned out.

"Ah, so that's why you rang me on the holo, and here I thought you just wanted to have a chat with an old friend"

"Fuck Off" spoke Rich as he got up and grabbed 2 of the body bags and Dum Dum followed getting the three others.

Dum Dum may not have size but he has the strength and Implants to raise to be one of the most dangerous men in Night City.

Of course that would never happen since his loyalty was to Royce and Maelstrom.

Going into business for one's self was a Death wish and quick one at that.

Rich and Dum Dum made they're way to the elevator and eventualy found they're way to the exit of All Foods.

And outside was a truck with a Trunk cover as requested.

And waiting for them was no other then Marcus and Shane.

And Dum Dum dropped the body bags he was holding and punched Marcus directly in the face as he cornered him and beat the living crap out of him.

Shane was going to stop Dum Dum but

Rich put a hand to Shane.

"Don't this is Marcus's Discipline for lying to you, get the bags Dum Dum dropped and put then in the trunk.

Shane was hesitant but did as he was told and once the bags were loaded up he got in the driver's seat and waited on Marcus.

After a good 10 minutes Marcus was dragged and put in the passenger seat.

"You boys take care now" said Dum Dum as he laughed.

Shane drove off to where they were going to ditch the bodies as Dum Dum took off in his ride back to the Totentanz.

Rich had so little time but he also noticed that the night was finally coming into play again.

And he remembered the offer layer down by Mateo he himself was hesitant but he desired the human connection.

Rich seemed to have plans for tonight.

As he was going back to Lizzies Bar for Free Lemonade.

Rich got in his car and took off down the street.

For the Sun had said its farewells.

Long Live The Night.

To Be Continued.