Well, this chapter was shorter than usual because we're nearing the end. As I said, it won't be a long story. There are long chapters, I said that the minimum number of words would be 5000, and most of them were between 6/8 thousand. Anyway, the more I play this game, the more I realize that the way the Aldecaldos were written at the end doesn't make any sense.

Read the goddamn end notes, thanks

If I meet the guy who wrote that shit on the street I'm going to do something really bad (he'll have to play League of Legends). I have no idea how I'm going to introduce them lol, I think I'm going to have to write them in a way that doesn't make sense with the base game either... or not, actually, I don't know yet, I just know I'm fucked.

Enjoy!


Day eight

With his body leaning slightly forward, V carefully removed the blades from the implant on his desk. The implants were of high quality, considering that the tiger claws didn't install those implants in someone, he would say that it was being kept for a person of high rank.

It made sense, since those things were the models that succeeded the Higurashi 20-13, commonly known for their incredible quality, and for the fact that their users often developed cyberpsychosis.

He met a female cop who wore Higurashi implants, and although she didn't exactly develop cyberpsychosis, she wasn't right in the head.

He also met Anna, another user of the blades. She worked with the mox, before suffering cyberpsychosis and he was forced to knock her out. And lastly, the crazy Péter Horváth.

He snapped the bones in his fingers as he removed the implants, mentally grateful that he wasn't in any danger of suffering the same fate as those poor bastards.

Pulling the frame of his arms to one side, he picked up a steel plate, the soldering tool and the protective mask and began to fortify the frame. After blocking those attacks, he felt his arms needed an upgrade, the way they were, they wouldn't withstand many blows in a longer fight.

Not to mention that it was extra protection, not just for him, but because the new implants kind of demanded a sturdier frame. He spent the rest of the money he had on other materials.

Turning the arm around, he replaced the hinges with better ones, installed a new hydraulic system, allowing the blades to be activated even faster and with much more fluid movements.

He also changed the handles for better control and added modular attachments. These attachments would serve in case, in the future, he wanted to install something else on the small frame, such as utility tools, perhaps some medical items for easy access... fuck, we could even fit some smaller weapons.

There was literally no limit to what he could do, he just needed the right materials and patience, especially patience.

Looking at the implant blades, he nods to himself as he installs them. The thing would probably cut through skin, flesh like butter.

Standing up, he places the frames on his arms. The frame was even thinner and lighter than the material before, and could be more easily hidden by long-sleeved jackets. Hell, depending on the shirt, he wouldn't even need to wear a jacket.

Activating the mechanism, the blades leapt out of the small compartment he had built at great speed, with an activation so smooth that if he had been distracted, he wouldn't have noticed.

He raised both arms and looked at his creation, pleased with himself.

"It's good. If everything goes wrong, you can start selling implants." Goro said, and V looked at the man with an arched eyebrow.

Takemura crawled out from under Delamain's back, his clothes dirty with dirt, dust and a little grease. The man had been a great help, most of the systems he wanted to install in Delamain were already in place thanks to him.

"I'll tell you what, it's not a bad idea." V said, retracting the blades and sitting back in his chair.

"The grenade launcher is installed. There's enough room for the nail launcher." Goro said, wiping his hands on a threadbare blue cloth.

"Good. I'll set up the on-board computer as soon as I've finished here." V said, walking over to the whiteboard and doing some scribbling.

His next creation was an armored exoskeleton. With the materials he planned to buy, he could build something as discreet as the frames on his arms, although it wouldn't be as powerful as some of the implants available these days, but it would be enough to protect him from a blow with an ordinary blade, or a shot from weapons such as pistols, submachine guns and maybe even some rifle models.

He made some detailed design sketches for each location. Torso, legs, shoulders. He could create a complete and comfortable exoskeleton with materials perfect for mobility, such as actuators, motors or pneumatic cylinders.

The base materials would be the same as those he used for the arm frame, which was great, since he still had plenty of those materials. He would need a few additional things, however.

Among these components, there was one he'd had his eye on for a while. A 3D printing machine. Current models were more than capable of printing perfect impressions with metals of varying types.

This would greatly speed up his creations, as he would no longer have to spend hours and hours cutting, shaping and smoothing the materials or creations he made.

While he was sketching, he felt his phone vibrate.

Your buyer wants to meet you, apparently he was curious to know what kind of merchandise someone recommended by me would have to sell. Don't disappoint me. The meeting place will be in Heywood in an hour, coordinates below.

He read Rogue's message with an arched eyebrow. Well, that was quick.

After stowing his phone in his pocket, he turned and headed towards the garage entrance.

"Goro, get ready. I just got a message from Rogue, we're meeting a guy she knows in an hour." He said, taking off the thick clothes he always wore when he worked in the garage and putting them on the table.

"Hm... the queen of Afterlife works fast. I wonder if it's a good idea for her to see me. Last time wasn't so good." Goro asked, getting up from the floor and cleaning some of his clothes.

"And why wouldn't it be? You have a debt?" V joked. "Relax, she can be quite a bitch sometimes, but she's got nothing on you now." The former mercenary said, entering the house through the back door.

Half an hour later, they were leaving the back of the house with the vans, V taking the lead, Goro right behind, and Delamain following at a considerable distance. If, somehow, someone managed to track down those vans, Delamain would take care of the problem.

They decided to take the long way round, avoiding busy places with larger concentrations of tiger claws, which, despite being somewhat far from their territory, could still have some doing adverse work around the city.

They arrived at the location at very short notice. V looked in the rearview mirror for the hundredth time since he left before turning right and entering a steep alleyway between two buildings.

The place was an abandoned factory owned by Rogue. What for? He didn't ask.

Speak of the devil... Rogue was leaning her back against one of the beams, her arms crossed. She was wearing tight black pants, thick shoes in the same color and a light blue blouse.

Next to her, her security guard.

V approached and stopped the vehicle next to the woman, a few meters before the factory's open gates. The former mercenary rolled his window down and leaned on the window.

"Rogue... you look cute." He said with a cheeky grin, and the woman, still with her arms crossed, merely arched her eyebrows as she stepped away from the beam.

"You've changed a bit." She said, and although it wasn't explicit, he knew she was talking about his implants.

"The most important thing remains the same, that's what matters." V said, nodding to the woman's bodyguard. "Crispin."

The man waved back.

"What's up, V. Fuck, long time no see." The man said somewhat excitedly, a stark contrast to Rogue.

"... I always knew you had peculiar choices for friendships." Rogue said, glancing at Takemura in the van behind. V, for his part, just shrugged.

"Says the woman who had her heart stolen by fucking Johnny Silverhand." V said, his smile widening as he saw the expression the woman gave.

"... Sometimes you can be just as much of a prick as he was, I swear." V arched an eyebrow.

"You're hitting on me'?" He asked, Rogue clicked her tongue and Crispin let out a chuckle.

"Come on, get in, he's waiting." She said, and V just nodded before going inside.

They parked their vehicles in front of a small room, and both watched as a man and a woman came out of the small room and approached at a calm pace. They didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, casual looking. However, he had learned not to doubt appearances.

He got out of the van and approached the man, who was waiting patiently just a few steps ahead.

"V, this is Cordell Forgrave and his assistant Keira Verrill. Cordell, this is V." Rogue introduced them, and both men nodded at each other.

"And your friend?" Cordell asked, nodding to Takemura, who bowed slightly.

"You can call me Goro. A pleasure to meet you, Cordell-san, Keira-san." Goro introduced himself cordially, and they both nodded in his direction briefly.

"Rogue seems to like you, that in itself is quite a surprise. I was curious about what you've got." Cordell said, and with a small smile, V nodded to follow him.

"I hear the demand for implants that have come off the market is quite high." V said, opening the rear gate of his van, just after waving for Goro to open the rear gate of the other one.

He opened the most easily accessible boxes, and Cordell approached with a whistle.

"Arasaka implants... with a variety of years from 2065 to last year. Are those military implants?" Cordell asked, pulling some cases towards him and looking at the equipment inside.

"Military implants exported from Japan, China and some parts of Europe, mostly with a connection to Arasaka, but some are for private use." Goro explained, walking over with a large metal case.

"Isn't that the special forces monowire?" Keira asked, approaching the case and looking closely at the implant. "Yes, it's the 2075 model."

"Right now, I really want to break my rule and ask..." Cordell began, staring at V with a somewhat complicated expression. "But I think it's better if I don't know."

V didn't say anything, just nodded, agreeing with the man.

"I also have some jewelry, if you're interested." V said, picking up some brand watches and showing them to the man, who just smiled at the sight of the accessories.

Illegal, rare, high-quality implants, equipment on the rise in the market and weapons you couldn't find anywhere. V would say that one of his lifelong goals had finally come true.

In total, 8,555,000 eddies for his account.

In the end, they shook hands and decided to leave after closing the deal.

V and Goro left the factory with Rogue and Crispin accompanying them to the woman's car.

"So, are you going to leave Night City now that you've made a fortune?" The woman asked, opening the back door of the car after Crispin had entered the vehicle.

"No, not yet. But I will soon. What, you want to see me leave so badly?" V joked.

"You know it's not like that. You should stop by Afterlife... although I don't think it's such a good idea anymore." She said, checking his body, or rather, noticing the lack of the implants that made the legend.

"I agree with you on that one, but you never know. Thanks, Rogue, I'll call you when things are ready." He said, and the woman nodded, climbing into the car and closing the door shortly afterwards.

"Later, Crispin. Good to see you." V said loudly, receiving two honks in response, and the two men watched the car drive away down the street.

"Hm... considering our last meeting, today was kind of pleasant." Goro said, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he watched the vehicle in the distance.

"Rogue has her moments..." V said, glancing at Takemura. "Goro, have you thought about removing those deactivated implants of yours and replacing them with new ones?"

Takemura stared at him for a few moments, only to shrug in response.

"I didn't have the money for that. Not to mention that I can't trust just any ripperdoc, my implants would be recognized on the spot, and even though Arasaka has left town, I'm still a wanted man. Besides, I'm used to it." Goro replied, and both men turned as they heard the sound of an approaching engine.

Delamain parked next to them, opening the rear doors.

"I can ask Viktor. He wouldn't refuse, and he's reliable." V said as he climbed into the vehicle.

"The ripperdoc who treated both of us that day... hm... I don't know." Takemura said, looking out of the car window as Delamain drove off.

V took out his phone and transferred half the money to Takemura's account, 4,277,500 each. More than enough.

Takemura took out his device and watched the transfer, nodding slowly to V shortly afterwards.

"Think about it before you take the next step. I have to stop by his clinic anyway." V said, putting his phone back in his pocket and resting his head on his arm.

Goro remained silent, but considered V's words seriously and carefully. If he was honest with himself, he hadn't thought much about it, changing his implants... it was certainly possible now, but before, because of all those disadvantages, it hadn't even crossed his mind.

The journey to the clinic where Vik was temporarily staying was uneventful, each of the men trapped in their own heads, dealing with their own demons in their own ways.

V sighed when he saw the clinic across the street.

"Are you sure you're not going in? I'm not trying to rush you or anything, you can come back here later." V said, and Goro swallowed some saliva.

"... Not yet. I need to think... this is more important to me than it seems." Goro said, watching V open the car door and get out of the vehicle.

"Well, any time you make up your mind, just let me know, I can arrange private surgery for you." V said, leaning on the door.

"... Thank you, V... for everything." Goro thanked him in a genuine tone, and with a smile, he patted the window of the vehicle twice.

"Redemption, Goro... you're not the only one looking for it." He said, nodding to the man and driving off.

Delamain drove on, and V headed across the street.

Entering the clinic, he sighed and twitched his nose at the look of the place. It reeked of rat corpe.

"Good afternoon, what can I do for you?" The woman at reception asked, and V looked around as he approached.

Only one person in the waiting room. Business was going well, it seemed.

"I'm not patient. I have a matter to settle with Viktor... he... asked me to come. The name's V." He said, leaning on the counter.

"Just a moment." The receptionist's eyes lit up. "Viktor, I have a man here who says you asked him to come. A certain V... ah, yes... understood." The receptionist's eyes returned to normal, and she typed something into the computer.

"Doctor Viktor is in the middle of surgery at the moment, and there's one more patient after that. You'll have to wait a while." The woman said, and V was tempted to simply force his way in. But if he did that, he doubted he'd be able to have a quiet conversation with the man.

Sighing, he nodded and moved away from the counter.

"Okay... I'll wait... it's not like I have a choice anyway." He said, more to himself than to the woman, and soon he sat down in one of the waiting room chairs.

Time couldn't pass more slowly, and V kept his eyes closed the whole time. If he opened them, he felt like he would knock out the receptionist and break down the door.

"Viktor will see you now." He almost cheered when he heard that, and walked quickly towards Vik's office.

As he entered, he looked around with an arched eyebrow. The room was composed of light colors, practically everything there was white, the place was well lit, very different from his old clinic, but certainly the vibe there was totally different. It had none of the comfort and confidence he felt in the old place.

"V... good to see you, but I don't think I need to tell you that you're not supposed to be standing right now." Vik said, getting up from his chair and approaching him.

Damn, in the few days since he'd seen him, Vik seemed to have gotten a lot worse. There were dark circles under his eyes, his countenance was tired... and he seemed to have lost a bit of weight.

"It hardly hurts anymore when I laugh. Brand new." V said, and Vik sighed, running his hand over his head.

" Yeah, and why did you come here? Are you feeling sharp pains? Lack of air? Coughing up blood often?" Vik asked, sitting down on the chair next to the stretcher.

"Nothing like that, Vik. Look, it's about the money you lent me." Vik opened his mouth for a moment, but just sighed and waved his arm.

"Ah, kid, you didn't have to come all this way, it was nothing."

"No, it was a lot! You were always there when I needed you, Vik. Always, even though you often didn't even see a coin. What you did, I won't forget." V said, picking up his phone.

"I told you once, that's what friends are for. And you don't have to worry about money, Zetatech... pays me a decent salary." Vik said, making V roll his eyes.

"Yes, enough for you to have the minimum of comfort, but not enough to get out of here whenever you want. They've tied a chain around your neck, and I'm not too keen on seeing you like this." V said, transferring a sum of 500,000 eddies to Vik's account.

The ripperdoc's eyes lit up, and an expression of surprise flashed across his face.

The ripperdoc straightened his posture in his chair, his eyes wide under his glasses. He remained silent for a while, processing the information, checking and rechecking his data.

"V, what... how... how did you get all that money? Fuck, kid, you should have worried about getting some rest." Vik said, lowering his head and taking off his glasses, keeping his hand over his face, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Fuck resting. I want you to take that money and get out of this place. Go far away, with your skills, you'll find another place in no time." V said, taking a few slow steps closer and crouching down in front of Vik.

Vik removed his hand from in front of his eyes and leaned on his legs, avoiding looking at V directly. His eyes were slightly red, and V could see the remnants of tears on the man's face.

He had never seen Vik cry, not even at Jackie's funeral. If it had been in any other situation, he would probably have been devastated to see the man like that, but in this particular situation, in the deed he had just done for the man, he was more than happy.

"V... I can't accept that money, that amount-"

"I don't even want to hear it, Vik. No refund." V said, standing up next to the man and extending a hand towards him. "That's what a friend is for, isn't it?" V asked, then was taken aback when Vik ignored his hand and pulled him into a hug.

V blinked a few times, but returned the hug, squeezing his friend tightly, and they stayed in that position for a few moments.

"... Damn... I don't even know what to say." Vik said after breaking the hug, one hand still resting on V's shoulder. "I have no idea how I can repay you for this, kid, I don't know what to do."

V grimaced and waved his hand.

"Vik, seeing you away from the chains of the corpos, away from this shit, free, doing what you like, is going to make me happier than you know. Fuck Zetatech, it's not your clients, it's not your merit, go do your own thing." V said, and Vik snorted a laugh, putting his glasses back on.

"Shit... so you made it, huh? Leaving already?" V shook his head.

"No, not yet, there are a few things left to do. Oh, and I might have one last thing for you. A friend of mine could change some implants, I'll call you any time. But after that, you should go." Vik lowered his gaze.

"... Now I certainly can, but like you, I have a few things to sort out." The man's words made V arch an eyebrow.

"Is that so? Well, I won't even ask, go and do your thing, Vik." V said, extending his hand towards the man again, who shook it tightly this time.

"... I won't forget this, kid. May everything work out for you, for both of us." Vik said, and V nodded.

"See you in the next life, buddy." V said, turning and walking away. He felt good, in fact he felt great, pleased with himself and relieved as if a weight had been lifted off his back.

Two loose ends resolved, he could now focus entirely on his goal.

Putting his hands in his pockets as he left the clinic, he began to walk calmly down the street. He took his phone out of his pocket and decided to call Delamain, coming across a message from Goro.

V, I've arrived at your place, the Delamain is parked in front of your garage, I've locked everything. I'm going to sort a few things out.

I don't even know where to start, but when I woke up today, I barely had a coin in my pocket, and now... it's all thanks to you. I said you had no honor, and I was wrong, you proved it to me.

"Your honor is like a beacon in the darkness, guiding even the weary warrior back to the path of redemption." This phrase from an old samurai expresses my feelings well, I will never forget what you did.

"Every drop of rain returns to the ocean; every act of kindness finds its way back to the giver" I don't know what act of kindness I did to receive such a gift, but I thank you for giving me hope, and a chance at redemption.

We'll keep in touch, I'll come back when I've finished packing my things, getting my head on straight and reorganizing my thoughts. I know you still have unfinished business, so if you need any help, just give me a call.

V smiled at Goro's messages, typing a reply.

No problem, Goro, as I said, you're not the only one on the road to redemption. I couldn't have done it without you, just know that we did it through the efforts of both of us.

Sort your things out, find your way, I hope you do and I wish you luck. I thank you for giving me a chance to do things right.

You can go to Vik's when you're ready, and if you want, of course, give him a call. He'll take care of you.

We'll talk.

He sighed as he sent the messages and called Delamain, giving him his coordinates. He then scrolled down the screen until he found the contact he wanted.

"... Mr. V. What a surprise." The voice of Mr. Hands, or for the more intimate, Wade, almost made V snort with nostalgia.

"Two years was a long time to be in the dark. I bet you celebrated when I disappeared." V joked.

"Celebrate the disappearance of the best mercenary in town? I'd never do that. But anyway, to what do I owe the honor? You've never called me to chat, and even if a lot of time has passed, I doubt it's to catch up." Wade said, and V arched his eyebrows.

Straight to the point, as always.

"I need some help. Nothing better than calling in a professional."

"A... help? For old times' sake, I suppose?" V shrugged.

"I can pay, if necessary. But it's nothing to do with mercenary work. In fact, it's quite your field."

"Well... I'm curious."

"I have some money in my pocket, and I wanted to find out a bit more about the market. I thought you could help me make a steady income." He said, hearing the man mutter on the other end of the line.

"Mr. V... you, interested in finance? I admit I never thought that would interest you." V snorted a laugh.

"Yeah, so I don't want to spend it all on bingo. And you're a top financial advisor, why not start with the best?" Wade laughed a little.

"Oh, how flattering."

"So, how much do you charge for lessons?" V asked.

"V, I'd be happy to help. What you've done in Dogtown has helped make it one of the most prosperous places in Night City, contradicting what many people said. They said Dogtown needed heroes, but when you came through here, I realized that this place didn't need a hero, but a professional." Wade said, and V grimaced.

"Now who's flattering who?" Wade laughed.

"That was well-deserved. I'm not going to charge you anything, just send me the amount and I'll do the rest. I'll explain how things work." V smiled. One thing he liked about most of the fixers he met was that they didn't forget his past achievements.

"Good. I'm counting on you."

He massaged his shoulders as he walked, not controlling the smile that appeared on his lips.

He'd say that was a good day.


Day nine

V removes the material from the 3D printing machine and carefully walks into the kitchen. He had removed the back door to make it easier to walk through.

Leaning over and forcing the material a little, he placed the lower part of the exoskeleton on the armor stand near the window, then took a few steps away, looking at the components.

He could think about stealing the exoskeleton from Militech, but as well as proving difficult and risky, it would be an unnecessary waste of time. Not to mention that their exoskeletons were very thick and robust and couldn't be hidden.

Now, using materials such as carbon fiber and Kevlar, he could create an exoskeleton thin enough to hide under clothing, light and resistant.

Removing his gloves, he adjusts the frame of the exoskeleton and nods to himself. Turning the support to the side, he opens the small compartments he has purposely created for installing intelligent components later, such as shape memory alloys or polymers, he would still see which would be the best option. He didn't necessarily need to install such components, however, they could increase comfort and adaptability by adjusting to the wearer's movements and body temperature.

It was just for extra comfort.

V even thought about installing electric assistance or increased power, and it was still in the plans, it was possible, but it would take a long time. Maybe after he leaves Night City.

But one thing he would do later that day would be to install components in the legs that would allow for longer jumps, and perhaps, in the future, even propulsors in the back and sides that would extend the jumps and advances even further.

For now, he would start at the bottom, after deciding which would be the best alternative for what he had in mind, he would begin his work by incorporating motorized actuators or pneumatic systems into the exoskeleton. Perhaps thrusters, or energy storage and release. Again, whatever was best and cushioned the impact of landing from higher heights.

He would also incorporate ballistic armor for the length of the exoskeleton, but the components for strong, flexible and small enough armor were not yet ready.

V turned and walked out of the kitchen. The armored exoskeleton wouldn't be completely bulletproof, not with increasingly powerful weapons being manufactured, but it would be enough for pistols, submachine guns.

Snapping his fingers, V looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. He would be taking a break for lunch.

He picked up the lunchbox he had left on the table and walked over to the board. Now he'd got Jackie's bike and his two pistols, all that was missing was Scorpion's bike, Panam's rifle and Johnny's car.

Scorpion's bike was with a member of the 6th Street gang, Nolan Frakes, an older man. V wouldn't say he knew him, but he recognized him.

His daughter was the girlfriend of Gustavo Orta, a member of the Valentinos. Nolan didn't like the man and organized a shoot-out with the intention of killing him. The problem was that his daughter was in the car with Gustavo and ended up being shot seven times, two of the shots hitting her in the head.

As far as he knew, his daughter survived and stayed in hospital for a long time until she was taken home. She no longer spoke, seemed oblivious to her surroundings, but she was alive.

He wasn't a very important man, nor was he very dangerous; stealing his bike back would be easy. All he had to do was break into the place where he lived in the dead of night, take the keys and leave with his bike. Of course, anything could go wrong, especially in gang territory, so he had to go there expecting a conflict.

Panam's rifle, on the other hand, might not require any conflict. A gun collector got it about a year ago, her name was Verona Macbeth, she was a corp from "Euro Business Machines". She had a taste for weapons from an early age, and her "obsession" only grew stronger in a city like Night City.

She had no gang affiliations, no shady crimes other than bribery. However, she liked to drink and occasionally got involved with joytoys, and most of the time, she chose between a guy called Robert and another called Vince, both of whom worked at Dark Matter.

Her gun collection wasn't exactly flashy, although she did have some rare limited editions in her arsenal. Many of the weapons were just expensive, high quality, but not exactly rare, anyone with enough money could buy some of them in different stores.

Panam's rifle was a variant of the Techtronika SPT32 Grad, a very powerful variant, if he could say so himself. He doubted that she had bought the rifle for its firepower, only people with a good eye for a gun would realize that. It was probably because it was a military rifle that they no longer made.

All things considered, those last two jobs wouldn't be so difficult. He could infiltrate 6th Street territory without too many problems. Verona now lived in corpo plaza, where it would be difficult to infiltrate... but considering that she liked to get involved with joytoys, maybe he could get invited into her house.

He could do both on the same day, if he planned everything right.

Wiping the side of his mouth, he put his empty lunchbox on the table and checked the information on the board once more. He wasn't in such a hurry, the hardest part was over, and he still needed to finish some of his projects.

He would take a few days off to focus on what he needed, to train a little... his equipment always had room for improvement. He wanted to change the look of Jackie's bike, take a look at what that Zoe had done to the pistols.

He would also buy a van in that time, big enough to fit his most important equipment for when he leaves town.


To prove that I didn't pull these figures out of my ass, I did the math. The average value of the implants was 16000, the hacking and surveillance equipment 8000 and the weapons 12500... not very high values, given that I considered my game, I'm lvl 42 right now and I did the math.

You'd better read this shit, or else I'm gonna lose my mind.

C as the number of illegal cyberware items in a van.

H as the number of items of hacking and surveillance equipment in a van.

W as the number of illegal weapons in a van.

Illegal cyberware:

Three items worth 45,000, 57,000 and 34,000 eddies each.

The rest of the cyberware costs 16,000 eddies per item.

Hacking and surveillance equipment: 8,000 eddies per item.

Illegal weapons: Average between 12,000 and 13,000 eddies per item, so, we'll take the midpoint of 12,500 eddies per weapon.

For the sake of simplicity, I've taken C=H=W=100

Evan=(3×price of high-value cyberware)+((C-3)×16000)+(H×8000)+(W×12500)

Since V had 2 vans, TOTAL EARNINGS= 2XEvan

Evan=(3×45000+57000+34000)+((100−3)×16000)+(100×8000)+(100×12500)Evan =(3×45000+57000+34000)+((100−3)×16000)+(100×8000)+(100×12500)

Evan=(135000+57000+34000)+(97×16000)+(100×8000)+(100×12500)Evan =(135000+57000+34000)+(97×16000)+(100×8000)+(100×12500)

Evan=226000+1552000+800000+1250000Evan =226000+1552000+800000+1250000

Evan=3,840,000 eddies

3,840,000 X 2 = 7,680,000

That, plus jewelry, branded watches (considering very expensive real-world brands, in this case) and that's it, you have the figure I've shown.

Now, could I have screwed up the calculation somewhere? ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY! Do I care? NOT A DAMN BIT! I hate math and I'm not afraid to admit it.

That was it, I just wanted to prove that there was some thought behind the amount. And if it's wrong, it's right now, don't care.

Now, I don't know ANYTHING about finance, investing, portfolios, fucking nothing. However, Mr. Hands knows a lot, so I consider the financial part finished, don't ask me about any of that.

Oh, and I haven't forgotten Mama Welles.