Twelfth day
V removed the lateral leg armor from the exoskeleton, specifically in the area that ran through the ligaments, thigh and calf.
In his hand was a small padded device that would circulate around the inside of the armored leg. He hadn't planned to put that device on the exoskeleton yet, but as he looked around Nolan's house, he decided it would be a good opportunity to test it out.
With a screwdriver, he installed the hydraulic device, using a small interface he had built to attach the boosters. This would allow for faster running, longer jumps and strides while protecting his legs from any damage caused by the impact of big falls. Not only that, he also installed some shock absorbers and a special type of foam in his feet. No one would hear him move.
After installing the device, V takes a mask and some spray cans and starts painting the exoskeleton armor, using the colors of Johnny's jacket as a reference, but deciding to use darker versions.
After completing his work, he removes his mask and gloves and looks at his new "work of art" for a few moments. He could wear it as clothing, if he wanted, and no one would say anything, they probably wouldn't even realize it was an exoskeleton.
He turned and walked over to his computer next to his Oni mask. He had integrated some intelligent systems inside the exoskeleton's torso, and now the mask and armor were connected.
Opening the exoskeleton's system on the computer, V looked back as he heard the armor's torso open. Great... he had left room for future strength-oriented modifications. He could rival many enemies in terms of strength, but if someone happened to have gorilla arms, he wouldn't have much to do if he was forced into close combat.
Nodding to himself, he checked the mask's system, pleased to see that everything was working. Well, on paper at least, he still had to test it in practice.
The former mercenary looked at the time. What better time to test that thing than in the middle of the night?
V removed the thick clothes he was wearing and decided to take a shower. He admitted that he was looking forward to seeing it in action, he would leave Verona for later, for now he would just concentrate on the 6th street.
Getting ready, he walked into the kitchen and put on the armored exoskeleton. It felt light, as if he were still naked, the movements were smooth, although it still felt a little strange when walking, but that wasn't a problem, it was just as if he was wearing something that stuck to his skin, but when he tried to take it off, he couldn't.
Climbing the steps to the upper floor, he put on a pair of black pants and his Samurai jacket, putting on his mask shortly afterwards.
He liked that look... it wasn't bad, nor too flashy at night.
Sighing, he went downstairs and out of the house, walking towards Delamain.
Pressing the side of his mask, V scanned the scene from afar. He was crouched on the roof of a nearby building. At the moment, he was close to where he took part in that drunken shooting tournament, just a few houses away from when he destroyed those flamingos for one of Delamain's sides.
The streets below were empty, deserted, if it weren't for the crowd of 6th Street members in the alley ahead.
He wasn't sure what they'd been doing all day, but although they didn't seem to be partying, he wouldn't say he was used to seeing that kind of crowd.
There were small groups formed near tuned and modified cars, some others were just comparing weapons, placing them on a closed dumpster.
The alley was long but narrow, similar to Valentinos' alley, but with less graffiti on the walls and it went on for a few hundred meters, and there was where Nolan lived. More specifically, on the third floor of the building.
Leaning on the edge of the roof, V activates the mechanism of his armor and jumps to the balcony of a room in the building ahead. He "flies" a few meters in the air, camouflaging himself in the dim light and being nothing more than a blur to anyone who decides to look up.
He landed a little awkwardly, holding onto the railing with some force due to the momentum. It was similar to when he had his implants, he just hadn't tested how high he could jump yet.
Looking down to check that no one had seen or heard him land there, he leaned on the railing again and jumped towards the outside stairs of the building ahead. Landing with greater control this time, he scanned the terrain below.
The buildings were getting closer and closer to each other, and the places where he could jump and stay up were getting scarcer. In other words, he would have to descend and advance on the ground. Below him, however, there were some members of the 6th Street talking to each other.
Ahead was a stairway that continued down the alleyway, with some dumpsters scattered around and small ramifications that circled some establishments.
Leaping forward, he then bent his body and pushed himself off the wall of the other building, jumping onto one of the alley's branches. He landed softly, rolling his body onto the ground and sticking his back to the wall, then stood quietly, listening to his surroundings to make sure no one saw or heard him coming.
After making sure the place was clear, he walked around the establishment and leaned his body sideways when he reached the corner of the wall.
The place he was in was a small bar, owned by the gang, who took over the place at least three years ago. It wasn't very crowded, but it wasn't empty enough for him not to have to worry.
Taking a few steps back, he decides to try to advance on the other side. However, he stops when he hears voices approaching from the stairwell, and on an impulse, jumps onto the roof of the place, hiding behind the large letters in front of the bar.
"The asshole was so drunk that the gun went back in his face from the kick when he fired." He heard a female voice say, and he leaned slightly over.
Two people, a man with a hat and a woman with a blue bandana, were walking down the alley towards one of the garages ahead. Both had rifles on their backs.
"And how many did he hit?" The man asked, now further away, and V scanned the terrain.
The alley went on for a few more meters. To the left, some forty or fifty meters from where he was standing, was the exit to the street. To the right was another branch of the alley where there were a few houses and apartments.
The place was poorly lit, with most of the light coming from inside the establishments.
Before both of those sections, there was a building with a balcony, just above the garage. Two men were leaning on the small wall smoking and talking to each other, illuminated only by the light coming from inside the apartment.
Looking around, he prepared himself for a few moments and jumped towards the two men, landing just behind one of them. V then unleashed his blades and pierced the first man's chest, then turned his body while taking a wide step forward and pierced the second man's neck.
He crouched down immediately afterwards, checking the inside of the apartment for any movement. The only thing moving was the TV images.
Looking around once more, he took a momentum and leapt towards the roof, grabbing onto the edge and pulling himself up.
There he took the liberty of being a little taller and ran across the roof to the other end. Taking on much more momentum this time, he leapt over the alley branch, several meters above the ground.
In the air, he ran his eyes around before grabbing onto the edge of the roof. As much as he was in hostile territory at the moment, the sensation he felt was the same as when he had his implants, freedom. He felt as if he could do anything, and as he climbed onto the roof and turned around, he smiled to himself.
If he wasn't in a hurry to get his things back, he'd even try to get a mercenary job.
Walking to the other end of the roof, he crouched down and examined Nolan's house. He lived on the third floor of the building in front of him. The front of the building was surrounded by not very high fences, with entrances open to anyone who was a member of the gang.
There were a few cars and vans parked in front of the entrance, some members either inside the building or out drinking. However, some of the gang members' personal vehicles, especially for the older members, were in a garage inside the building, which led off the other side of the alley. He could either go around it or enter it from there.
Either way, he would have to enter the building and go down a few flights of stairs to get the bike, as far as he knew, the parking lot was locked, and he still didn't have a hacking device good enough to open the gate.
Holding onto the edge of the roof, he let his body swing in the air, resting only his foot on the flat surface of the wall.
Next to one of the cars in front of the entrance, there were two men looking at something in the trunk of their vehicle, and further down, a woman sitting on her motorcycle with her phone in her hand.
V looked down and then let go of the roof, free-falling to the ground. The exoskeleton worked like a charm, and that only made him more proud of himself.
Taking advantage of the low lighting, he moved quickly towards the two men in front of him, not even coming close to making much noise, and by the time they noticed him approaching, it was too late.
With just one well-placed movement, he released his blade and pierced the first man's skull, still moving at great speed and piercing the other in the stomach. Retracting his blades again, he picked up a knife, and with the help of his lenses to precisely locate the woman's position, he threw the small blade, hitting her in the side of the torso.
The woman grunted in pain and surprise, falling to the ground beside her bike. V moved towards her, driving his blade into her skull before she could even understand what was happening.
He picked his knife back up and looked around briefly before turning his attention back to the building. If it had been before, he would have had to enter from the first floor and make his way up to the third floor. However, things were a little different this time.
Gathering momentum, V jumps up to the window on the floor above, holding onto the window ledge and leaving his foot against the wall. Boosting himself up once more, he jumped to the upstairs window, and finally reached the window on the third floor.
All the windows were closed, but that wouldn't be a problem for V. Looking around, he scanned the room ahead. It seemed to be the daughter's room, neutral colors, but feminine accessories on the table in the corner. There was someone lying on the bed, apparently asleep, but V wouldn't risk making any noise and waking them up.
Moving sideways, he reached the living room window. The only light on was the one in the kitchen, giving only minimal visibility of the interior. Nolan was standing in the living room, shirtless, a glass of something hot in his hands.
Nolan took a sip of his coffee and sighed shortly afterwards, leaving his phone on the table. The man scrunched up his eyes and shook his head.
"How is this shit my problem?" He asked no one in particular, running his hand over his head because of the conversation he had just had.
As he turned around, Nolan took another sip of his coffee, then stopped when he heard a noise coming from behind him. Nolan arched his eyebrows when he saw the window open, the curtain swaying in the weak wind.
He didn't remember leaving the window open, but he didn't think anything of it either; the noise could have come from some idiot outside.
He turned again, his eyes widening as he felt a hand on his mouth, his coffee knocked out of his hand and his back pressed against the wall. His frightened and surprised eyes stare at the man in the bizarre mask of a red demon with dark eyes.
Breathing heavily, he tried to fight back, but felt his whole body lock up when a Mantis blade emerged from the man's arms and pressed lightly against his neck. Slowly, Nolan raised his arms in surrender.
The man in the demon mask stared at him for what seemed like minutes in total silence, as if he had frozen in place and this only made Nolan even more distressed. Until he slowly turned his head away, towards his daughter's room.
He didn't know what that man or thing was thinking, but he swore he heard a whisper beneath the mask.
But he didn't have much time to even imagine what he might have said, as the man landed a powerful punch on his chin, knocking him out instantly.
V stared at Nolan's body lying on the ground. The man wasn't as big a piece of shit as others he'd met, but he certainly wasn't a saint. He would have no problem killing him right then and there. And that's exactly what he did, plunging his blade into his back.
"Son of a bitch..." He muttered quietly, turning around and checking the apartment for the keys to the motorcycle.
When he found them, he nodded to himself and walked out of the room. The corridor in front of the apartment was empty, but he could hear low voices coming from the stairs. V closed the door and moved carefully to the banister.
Leaning forward, he saw three people, two women and a man. The two women were sitting on the steps with their backs to him, and the man had his back against the wall, arms crossed, facing them.
V threw his knife towards the man, jumping over the railing immediately afterwards. The knife pierced the man in the chest, alerting the two women who immediately stood up.
However, in doing so, they had their upper backs pierced by the blades in V's arms, who, as soon as he had pierced them, fell on top of them, his blades still in their backs.
The former mercenary stood up after retracting his blades and walked down the stairs at a fast pace, his movements silenced by the mechanisms installed in his exoskeleton.
Walking over to the railing, he looked down, pleased to see that it was a spiral staircase. Without wasting any time, he grabs his silenced pistol and leaps over the railing and lets himself free-fall, landing silently on the first floor.
To the left of the staircase were three other gang members, a woman leaning against the wall, a man and a woman hugging.
The woman against the wall looked at him and widened her eyes, but the moment she did, V raised his pistol and fired, killing her before she could even make a sound.
Her body fell to the floor with a thud, blood splattering against the wall. V shot at the other two before moving into the corridor and looking around with his gun raised. There was no one else in the corridor, but he could hear muffled voices coming from one of the rooms there.
It didn't matter, he didn't need to stay there any longer.
He lowered his gun and walked quickly down the corridor until he reached the small staircase that led to the parking lot. He opened the door and went on his way.
The parking lot was dark, the lights coming on as he approached. The cars there were similar to the ones outside, the only difference being the weapons installed and the paintwork on most of the vehicles. From gold to silver, from dull blue to midnight purple. They may be assholes, but they have good taste.
He walked through the vehicles until he found the one he was looking for. Scorpion's bike... it was different. The engine had been changed for a newer model, but still from Apollo, which wasn't surprising, Apollo built very powerful engines. The exhaust, electrical system, tires... everything was different. Which made sense, it was originally an off-road bike. The bike was now painted in a metallic blue and dull yellow, not a combination V was used to seeing.
V sighed and grumbled loudly in annoyance. The son of a bitch had changed the whole bike. It was as if he was taking a completely different vehicle.
"Good thing I killed that fucker..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. Then he turned around and opened the garage gates via a button on the wall, and with the way open, he walked over to the bike.
The headlight came on, the noise of the engine rumbled through the place, and V crackled the bones in his hand. That would be loud...
Accelerating, V pulled out of the garage, sliding the bike as he turned right. The loud noise of the engine and the tire sliding along the ground echoed loudly through the alleyways, drawing the attention of all the members nearby.
The confusion was brief, and shortly after V reached the street, he heard the sound of bullets passing dangerously close to him. Too late.
V sped down the long street, and at one point, he looked back, noticing vehicles speeding towards him. Snorting in disdain, he turned again and touched the side of his mask, a list of names appearing at the side of his vision.
"V, what's the situation?" Del asked after answering the call, and V slowed the bike slightly, dodging a van.
"Come to my position. I'm being pursued." V said, accelerating again and hearing the shouts and gunfire coming from behind.
"On my way." Del said, ending the call, and V could concentrate on the road.
Running the wrong way, he ran up the sidewalk and across a parking lot of a diner, drifting just as he reached the street again, but maintaining control.
V got on the sidewalk again when he heard the shots, overtaking two unfortunate cars that had been caught in the gunfire. The former mercenary then reaches for his pistol as he hears engines nearby, and tilting his body to the side, he fires in the direction of the two bikers who were on his tail.
The bikers then slow down and change lanes, making a few maneuvers to dodge the bullets. Twirling the pistol in his fingers, V holsters the weapon and changes lanes too, crossing the road and almost hitting a truck on the opposite side before going up the sidewalk again.
Despite the roar of the engines, he could hear the sound of bullets passing dangerously close, and after clicking his tongue, he picked up an incendiary grenade and threw it over his shoulder.
The biker behind him manages to dodge the wall of fire, but the car following close behind wasn't so lucky.
V drifts as he turns at the end of the road, and accelerates again as he straightens out the bike, taking up a lot of distance from his pursuers. The others did the same, guns drawn and reloaded. What they didn't expect, however, was for an all-black, reinforced car to join the chase.
Delamain positioned himself in the center of all the vehicles and activated the powerful electromagnetic pulse that V had installed. The impulse was so powerful that all the vehicles around stopped working, and the drivers affected by the impulse lost control.
Bikers fell off their bikes, one even getting run over in the process. Drivers lost control of their cars and crashed into each other or into nearby buildings. Delamain, for his part, just sped up until he caught up with the former mercenary.
"Good job, Del! If you were a person, I'd give you a raise!" V celebrated as he piloted alongside Delamain.
"If I were a person, I probably wouldn't be working with you, V." Del said, and V grimaced under his mask.
"Damn... that hurts, Del."
"I don't see how words can hurt. And your body looks fine to me." The answer made V just sigh loudly and roll his eyes, ending the call with the AI and just focusing on riding back to his hideout.
All things considered, he'd say that night had been a success.
V carefully installed the inductors in the hands of the exoskeleton. Now that he had a certain type of armor, he decided to put the EMP technology into gloves that were part of the armor, leaving his military gloves aside. He would still keep them, of course, one never knows when he would have to use them again, but for now, until that time came, he wouldn't need them.
After closing the small compartments in the armor gloves, V put them on his hands, clenching them into fists. They were just as comfortable as military gloves, and the weight was even lighter. What's more, they should be easier and more practical to activate than the others.
Great... he felt like he was creating combat armor... he wondered how much he could sell it for to anyone who was interested. Not that he would, of course.
With that out of the way, he got up and walked over to Scorpion's motorcycle. That paint job had to go. He would try to make the vehicle as faithful to what he remembered as possible, but he wouldn't change much, it would be a waste of parts since some of them were actually better. Damn, but it was still a shame.
The moment he crouched down, however, his phone vibrated, and he arched an eyebrow when he saw Takemura's name on the screen.
"Goro. I almost missed you." He said, smiling slightly as he picked up the paint sprays.
"V... started to sort out your affairs, I presume." Goro said, his voice now quite different from when V had found him. He sounded better.
"Yes, and it shouldn't be long before I'm finished." V said, uncertain about the pastel tone.
"You seem to have developed quite a reputation among the gangs." Takemura said, and V blinked a few times, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"They're saying in the streets about a red demon who attacks at night. The Valentinos hate you, the tiger claws hate you, and the 6th streets don't seem to be too happy." Goro said, and V laughed to himself. Well, who'd have thought it. "Don't you listen to the radio?"
"I'm more surprised that you do." Goro seemed to snort.
"There's a lot of useless nonsense, it's true, but there's also... valuable information. Anyway, I just called to warn you. You should be careful." Goro said, and V shook his head.
"Thanks for your concern. But relax, no one saw my face, and they can't track me." V said, massaging his shoulders and taking a deep breath. He didn't know what was in that medicine, but he hardly felt any pain in his chest anymore.
"I recommend listening to the radio. We'll talk." Goro said, ending the call. V decided to follow the man's lead; some background noise would be good while he worked.
The first thing he heard was a song by Us Cracks... and to his not-so-surprise, in conjunction with Kerry. He just shrugged and focused on his work, it wasn't his style of music, but he didn't hate it either.
He painted the sides of the bike first, deciding to make the pastel shade a little more gold.
V continued his work until he heard the presenter's voice.
"Recently the tension between the gangs has suddenly increased. We know they've always had conflicts, but it looks like a war is about to break out, and all because of rumors of an alleged masked man attacking them in the night." A female voice said, and V whistled.
A war? Damn, he's reached another level.
"Yes, and it seems that this man has claimed several victims and even killed the Valentinos' 'vice-leader', Zoe. The description of the mask matches a demon from Japanese culture. Because of this, the Valentinos got into a conflict with the Tiger Claws, who in turn also spotted this figure." A male presenter said, and V almost laughed to himself.
"Fuck... bunch of dumb fucks." He muttered, not caring about this "war". Those gangs were the scum of the earth, everything bad a person could be, he wouldn't feel sorry for them.
V stared at all the movement with a somewhat lost look. The bright lights bothered his eyes, and the loud music, although not the worst he'd ever heard, still wasn't exactly his type.
The place was packed, no wonder for one of the best nightclubs in the region.
The stage was being occupied by a group he hadn't heard of, and if he had, he didn't care enough to remember. But it consisted of a singer, a group of dancers and a man as a second voice.
V put his hand to the back of his neck and straightened his clothes. It was the first time he had dressed relatively "well" since he woke up. He was wearing a dark blue suit shirt with three buttons unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark pants and a belt in the same color with gold details and, finally, dark shoes with gold details on the sides.
He felt strange... it wasn't the kind of clothes he was used to. But, well, what wouldn't he do for his ex-girlfriend's rifle?
He looked around with curious eyes. He felt both nostalgic and out of place. The last time he'd been there was with Kerry, and since then the place had undergone some changes.
To the right of the entrance there was now a bar, the stage seemed bigger and in the left-hand corner there was a staircase that went up to the top floor, which he assumed was the VIP wing.
Glancing around briefly, he looked for his target, who didn't seem to have arrived yet. Well, that was all right, she would turn up eventually.
With calm steps, he walks up to the bar and leans on the counter.
"What can I do for you?" The man asked. He had a rather exotic appearance. Dark skin, purple hair and bright purple eyes.
"A dose of Centzon." He ordered, and after a nod, the barman placed a glass in front of him and poured the drink.
V took a generous sip, feeling that strong taste in his mouth and sighing at the sensation of his throat on fire. Wow, it had been a long time since he'd had that.
"One more." He asked, taking another generous sip after the barman had served him. V sighed again, now more used to the sensation, and just decided to stand there for a while, watching the entrance.
Many more people entered the place than left, and he let his thoughts wander. How much money did that place make every month? It was a hefty fee to get in, not to mention the drink, which was twice as expensive as in the rest of the city.
He would never understand these fancy places.
V stood in front of the bar for a while longer. After this job... he didn't know if he would leave Night City immediately, but he had already started moving some things into the van he had bought.
What he didn't know yet was what he would do. He would take Johnny's car back, and then what? Turn mercenary in another city? Pff, somehow that seemed unlikely. But one never knows.
His thoughts were interrupted when a familiar figure entered the room. V stared at the woman covertly, following her with his eyes as she made her way to the VIP wing, occasionally stopping to talk to someone.
A man wearing a hat, a purple blouse and light-colored pants greeted her with a smile and waved as she went up to the VIP area. That must have been Robert, or the other guy, probably.
Cracking the bones in his neck, he turned away from the bar and walked towards the VIP area. He couldn't wait to get out of that place, he no longer felt anything towards clubs like that. If anything, he felt totally out of place.
He climbed the stairs at a slow pace and passed through a double door, his gaze running around the place in surprise. From downstairs it didn't look like the VIP wing was all that, but there, he realized it was huge. It was like a club inside another club.
There was no stage, but the music was quieter, somewhat more pleasant. The tables were further apart and there were cabins on the sides of the wall for a more private conversation. The bar was literally in the middle and ran the length of the place, with at least four bartenders.
He saw Verona sitting at the bar, her back to him. She had long red hair and was wearing a fire red mini dress that showed part of her back. It didn't look like she had much chrome.
Running a hand through his hair, he approached the bar, only to be stopped by the security guard. A tall, burly man.
"Easy there, buddy, this area is for VIPs only." The man said, his hand against V's chest.
"And how do I get a VIP pass?" The former mercenary asked, only for the security guy to snort an arrogant smile and look him up and down.
"With money, punk. If you don't have any, you can go downstairs." The man said, clearly mocking him, and V, glancing over, saw Verona's gaze on them both.
Sighing, the former mercenary reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of cash. 3000 was for the VIP pass, the other 2000 was just to show off a bit.
"... You can keep it as a tip." He said, patting the security guard on the chest, who now had a slightly more serious expression. "Relax, I'm just trying to have a good time."
The security guard snorted after taking the money and stepped to the side.
"I apologize... have fun." He said, and V nodded politely, knowing that deep down the man was feeling upset.
Heh.
He approached the bar and leaned on the counter, a few seats down from Verona, and soon the bartender approached him.
"What can I get you?"
"You good with mixing?"
"Never had any complaints." The bartender said with a smile, also leaning on the counter.
"Great. A shot of vodka on the rocks, lemon juice and ginger beer." He said the recipe, watching the man start to make the mixture, and noticing a pair of curious eyes on him.
The bartender placed the glass in front of him and V took a generous sip. The drink was smooth and easy to drink, and was a tribute to an old friend.
"I can't say I've received this request for a cocktail before. Does it have a name?" The bartender asked.
"Welles. Write down the recipe." V said with a smile, signaling for him to mix another shot. "It goes down better than straight tequila." He said out loud, not just to the bartender, and his eyes moved to Verona, who stared at him with an arched eyebrow.
"And what do you suggest?" She asked softly, resting her arm on the bar and then leaning her head on her hand.
V turned his attention to the bartender.
"For the girl, old-fashioned tequila with a touch of beer and a chili garnish." Both the bartender and Verona arched their eyebrows, and V just nodded.
Shrugging, the bartender prepares the mixture and hands the glass to Verona, who, still a little confused, takes a long sip.
She leaves the empty glass on the table and lowers her head.
"Wow... it's really hot." V smiled.
"It suits you well then." He said, and the woman looked at him with a smile.
"I don't remember seeing you around here." She said, watching V take another shot.
"New in town. I'm here on business." He said, leaving one arm resting on the bar as he turned to her.
"Business, huh? Like what?" she asked, finishing her drink.
"Construction... engineer."
"And what do you think of Night City?"
"I think there are too many guns out there and not enough people who know how to use them." He shrugged.
"You don't like guns?"
"On the contrary. I have a collection myself. And I also know someone who owns a good number of them around here." She smiled, asking the bartender for another shot.
"It's Night City... a lot of people have a lot of guns."
"Maybe... but not everyone has an HJSH-18, guided bullets with explosive capsules, model 73, they only produced 21 of this model. Or even an RT-46. That little beauty is strong enough to go through a tank like paper." V took another swig and looked at Verona, a slightly smug smile on his lips.
The woman crossed her legs and turned her body towards V, her hand closed into a fist supporting the side of her head.
"You seem to know quite a lot... and I don't even know your name." V shook his head, moving a little away from the counter and approaching the woman.
"Where are my manners? Call me Henry." He raised his hand as he introduced himself, and the woman shook it.
"Verona... but I have a feeling you already knew." V gave a lopsided smile.
"More pleasant to meet you in person, that's for sure." He said, his back resting on the counter.
"And what do you want, Mr. Henry?" she asked, and he shrugged.
"A friendly chat. I see someone here who has the same interest as me. You seem like an interesting woman." She smiled again.
"You said you also have a collection." He shook his head.
"Not much. My focus has always been on old weapons, the kind that haven't been on the market for at least thirty years. Malorian, for example." He said, and the woman arched both eyebrows in surprise.
"... Now I'm curious, how did you get weapons from the iconic Malorian? They went bankrupt after failing to create new models in the 40s." He smiled.
"I can tell you... even show you. But not here." He said it in a suggestive tone, one that didn't go unnoticed by the woman, who in turn uncrossed her legs, spread them apart, and crossed them again.
And in that short space of time, V knew that she wasn't wearing anything under that dress.
"And what place do you have in mind?" She asked, in an equally suggestive tone.
"Somewhere quieter, with a lot less people. Do you have one in mind?" He asked, knowing that she was enjoying this little game.
Without saying anything, the woman stood up and waved for him to follow.
V exchanged a few glances with the bartender, shrugging shortly afterwards and following the woman a few steps behind.
Well... that went better than he expected. First part finished, he would say.
V walked around the apartment pretending to be interested in what she was explaining. It had been a while since he had been in that building, and he had to say that not much had changed.
Her apartment was large, the living room alone was bigger than practically his entire house. He didn't understand the reason for such large spaces in buildings owned by rich people. It seemed like they were always trying to make up for something with their exorbitant purchases.
He smiled gently at Verona when she offered him a glass of wine, and they both walked over to her small arsenal.
They entered her room, and after she entered a password on a panel on the wall, the front wall moved aside, revealing a whole wall of weapons.
Pistols, shotguns, rifles, submachine guns.
Powerful, beautiful and some even iconic weapons. Many from Techtronika, others from other brands.
While she was talking about her weapons, he picked up a small packet of white powder and put it in her glass without her noticing, going back to talking about them as if nothing had happened.
If he were a collector, he wouldn't be too surprised by many of those weapons. He himself had carried many, many unique weapons before, customized for someone specific or very rare. But it was still quite a collection. Destructive, for sure.
They chatted for a while about the collection, and V even let the woman pick up the Malorian he had in his possession, laughing inwardly when he saw the woman's interest in the unique model he had.
And while she busied herself with the pistol, V focused his gaze on the rifle in the top right-hand corner of the wall. The gun he was looking for, the variant of the SPT32 Grad. As far as he could tell, it hadn't been modified in any way, and it looked well cared for. Good, at least something had remained intact in those two years.
V was brought out of his thoughts when the woman touched his arm. He turned around to find Verona staring at him with suggestive eyes, a smile on her lips, and her body gradually clinging to his.
He smiled at her and moved closer after setting the empty wine glass aside, kissing her lips and moving his hands to her back.
The woman closed the distance between them, entwining his neck with her arms and moaning in surprise when she felt him grab her ass and lift her into the air. Verona wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled during the kiss as she felt him lay her down on the bed.
She moaned as she felt him kiss her neck, his rough hands running down the side of her body as she, in turn, unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing.
Gently, V took hold of her arms and raised them above her head, giving her a quick amused glance while, with his other hand, he massaged her body, moving calmly towards her back.
He left a trail of kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he slowly unzipped her dress. And as he undressed her, he trailed his kisses down her torso, always in calm, gentle movements.
He stopped just above her breasts, reaching up again and taking her lips. He gently caressed her cheek and bit her lower lip.
Lowering his hand, he caresses her torso a little, playing around her breasts and teasing her to lower her dress, but never doing it. Until he starts to lower himself again, making a point of sighing into her neck, holding her hips firmly for a few moments, and then running his hand down her stomach.
His hand now traveled to her thighs, where he could feel the goose bumps on her skin. He allowed himself to be a little more aggressive, and after a strong squeeze on her ass, he lowered her dress a little more, revealing her breasts.
With his other hand he massaged her breast, occasionally teasing and squeezing her hard nipple, making her gasp low and arch her body. He smiled as he felt her force herself to use her arms, arching her body even more and brushing her legs against each other. He could feel her impatience.
Straightening up, he lifted his knee forward, purposely brushing between her legs. She gasped again, lowering her head. Her expression was a mixture of pleasure, eagerness and even a little anger.
As if amused by this, he gave her nipple a light bite, making her raise her head again and gasp a little louder.
He wouldn't be at it much longer. Straightening up again, he removed her dress, leaving her naked. She had a beautiful body, and the little bit of chrome she had made her more attractive.
Bending down, he began to kiss her stomach while his hand massaged her ass. He lowered himself slowly, leaving a trail of kisses towards the center of her legs. However, at a certain point, he felt her arms go limp, her body seemed to suddenly relax, and she stopped gasping.
Rising to his feet, V grunted lowly as he saw that the drug had taken effect, and she was now in a deep sleep. The former mercenary let go of her arms and ran his hand over his head.
Holy crap, fucking finally.
He got up, fixed her on the bed and covered her with the blanket, avoiding looking at the soggy spot on the bed. It made him a little proud of himself, he wouldn't lie.
Then he turns around, picks up her dress, folds it and puts it on the side table.
He sighs again, trying to push those sensations out of his body and ignore the pain of the blue balls that were probably entirely his fault.
Typing in the password for the panel, he watches the wall move. After leaving the weapons exposed, he turned and picked up one of the cases in the corner, then walked over to the wall and picked up the rifle he wanted.
He quickly puts the rifle in the case and makes his way towards the door. However, he stopped and looked at the woman. He almost felt bad for her... but, well, life sucked. What a misfortune.
In the end, he decided to leave a note on the table next to her dress, saying that she had fallen asleep from drinking and that he had to leave early.
By Night City standards, and especially for a corp, he'd done enough.
The former mercenary looks at the watch on his wrist. 11:49 pm. And to think that early that morning he invaded a gang's territory and was involved in a chase.
With calm steps, he walks to the elevator and leaves the building.
Officially, his business in Night City was over.
Mah man is the rizzler
No smut today, especially with a woman he'll only see once in his life, my boy is better than that
