Hey Guys, sorry for the long wait, reasons for it at end of chapter.
-CHAPTER START-
Harry's day begins like pretty much ever other over the past few months, he wakes up, takes a shower, gets dressed, secures his various equipment for the day, things like his wand and holster, the still ever present but never used resurrection stone, a credit shard with enough to cover his expenses for the day, a quick bite to eat either from his fridge, meaning leftovers from either the bar, some take-out place he felt like trying that day or Mrs. Welles dinner nights he still can't think of a reason not to go to. Much to the knowing grin from Pepe who would just wave off the topic if questioned.
From there it's business as usual for the young wizard, head out, explore Night City for an hour or two, head to work, earn some eddies and serve some drinks or food, clean dishes, take out trash, clean the bar, repeat the next day. Of course, his entire week isn't set up like this, in fact thanks to his little run in with Sebastian, whom he has come to now know is known in Night City as The Padre, a Fixer who works contracted jobs or gigs for the various guns for hire who make their living doing such things from simple courier jobs to killing. Most people seems to not care what the job is so long as it pays and helps increase their credibility in the merc community.
'Everyone wants to make a name for themselves.' Harry thinks to himself with a chuckle, having slowly started coming to terms with how this world works, and boy is it as exciting as it is depressing in some cases. 'Never thought I'd wake up to radio and television hosts giving a daily death count of all things.'
Stepping around the various passerby's as he walks along his usual route to the bar, Harry can't help but think back on the reveal he made to Mrs. Welles and Padre about his abilities and where he is from.
-Flashback begins-
"Do you believe in magic?" Harry asks, completely straight faced.
He is unsurprised by the deadpan reaction he gets from Mrs. Welles, he is less surprised by the look of minor contemplation he receives from Sebastian considering he had seen some of what Harry could do up close.
"This isn't really the time for jokes Mr. Potter." Mrs. Welles says sternly, giving him that look only a mother could that makes you feel like you're in trouble, even when you're not.
Sebastian says nothing, waiting patiently for further explanation. "You can just call me Harry, Mrs. Welles and I'm absolutely serious. I don't use cyberware of any kind, I use magic." Harry says calmly, hoping that his serious tone and manner of speaking would get across as him not making things up.
"Harry, there is no such thing as magic, I mean sure there are magicians who use cyberware or bioware with their performances, but it's all smoke and mirrors." She says low, almost cautiously, assuming maybe Harry is experiencing some kind of brain damage from fighting off the cyberpsycho.
With a sigh of frustration, Harry summons his wand to his right hand before firing off a quick spell at a weighted dumbbell across the room, quickly turning it from a small hand weight into a living breathing kitten that immediately starts meowing, wanting attention from the three larger beings in the room with it. The quick action brings a short shout of surprise from Mrs. Welles and a look of dumbfounded jaw dropping from Sebastian, one that is quickly mirrored by his fellow adult soon after.
The room is silent save for the still mewling kitten, whom by this point had climbed up the foot of the bed and made its way into Harry's lap, who began petting it absent mindedly, still watching the other for signs of Dursley level violence or sudden hatred. After several minutes of both adults just staring at the kitten and Harry in shock, the young savior clears his throat, snapping them out of their short daze. "So yeah, I'm a wizard." he says, ripping off the metaphorical band-aid.
'Smooth Potter.' The voice of Not-Snape echoes quietly, almost unheard but still hard to ignore completely.
Sebastian takes an unsteady step back and all but collapses into a chair. Mama Welles in the mean time looks torn between staring in shock at Harry again and reaching for the kitten. Noticing her hesitance, Harry carefully scoops the kitten from his lap and sets it in hers, the act almost causing her to jump, as if expecting to not feel a real animal in her lap despite seeing it in person. "It's real..." she mutters before she starts to give the kitten small scratches under the chin and behind the ears, earning her some soft purring noises as the kitten settles into the attention.
Hearing this causes Sebastian to snap his gaze towards her, then back to Harry, then the kitten until finally he looks back to Harry, a certain gleam in his eyes Harry can't quite make out in the moment. 'Oh boy, hopefully that isn't going to be bad.' Harry thinks, praying this isn't about to be a Dumbledore situation of some kind.
-Flashback pause-
Harry is brought out of his trip down memory lane as he gets shoulder checked by some gonk in way too much leather to not be compensating for something, aside from that his day had gone pretty alright, he went to work, had some nice chats with his coworkers and customers, had a quick meal from the kitchen courtesy of Pepe, got his share of the tips and cleaned up like normal. Instead of heading back to the hotel he had been staying in, Harry takes an N-cart towards The Glenn, departing from there and a couple blocks walk from the station Harry comes across a decent looking apartment complex.
Heading through the lobby, he greets the front desk worker with a nod, which is returned by the hardly paying attention worker as Harry heads to the elevator in the back near the stairwell. Punching in the number for the fifth floor, Harry ignores what passes for elevator music, which just happens to be ads for whatever horrid product would have been playing on the busted screen, and steps off as soon as the elevator comes to a halt. The hallways of the apartment complex are thankfully devoid of any of the other residents or their kids, who can usually be seen hanging around and just kind of generally being in the way that only kids can.
Entering his apartment, Harry immediately starts getting ready for the rest of his evening, taking a quick shower to wash the grime of the day away before getting dressed into what has become his 'other' work uniform, consisting of a pair of slightly baggy dark gray cargo pants with reinforced padding along the legs and padded metal plates around the knees, a pair of Black combat boots with steel capped toes, an armored undershirt rests beneath a long sleeved hooded shirt in a smokey white. Attached to his waist is a basic combat utility belt with a few pouches holding extra ammo for the Unity pistol holstered to his left thigh. His ensemble is completed with smooth matte black metal mask he transfigured from some scrap and made see through from the inside. All of his clothing has ben reinforced magically with a mix of rune work and overpowered impervious charms, it wouldn't stop some of the higher penetrating rounds, but small arms fire and maybe the odd blast or two from a shotgun wouldn't get through immediately.
Harry double checks his ammo and gives his Unity a once over, making sure it's ready for the night ahead. 'At least I was finally able to get some practice in with shooting guns.' Harry thinks to himself as he holsters his pistol. Padre having gone out of his way a lot in repaying the debt he felt he owed to the young wizard, from setting him up with this apartment at a frankly ridiculously low rate, to setting him up with the basics of handling firearms and while he is by no means a professional or anything, Harry can at least hit his targets more often than not. He can't help but think back to his conversation with Mama Welles and Padre again.
-Flashback resumes-
After getting over the initial shock of Harry using magic, the elders excuse themselves to let Harry get dressed before heading downstairs and joining them in the sitting room. As he enters, he sees Mrs. Welles still playing with the kitten in her lap, it's soft mewling as it bats at her fingers being quite the adorable sight. Making himself known, Harry settles down into a loveseat, Sebastian immediately starts the conversation. "So those things I saw you do, throwing the cyberpsycho, turning them to dust, you did these things with your...magic?" he asks curiously yet cautiously.
"Yeah, it pretty much goes how you might expect, most magic requires a focus of some kind, the more common ones being a wand like mine. You can cast without one but for most magicals it's considered really difficult to pull off. I myself can do some basic things but wandless casting isn't something I focused on very much." Harry explains, not feeling like leaving anything out.
"How is it nobody has ever heard of real magic before now?" Mama Welles asks, having tuned into the conversation once Sebastian began talking.
Harry signs and runs his hands through his hair a bit, a nervous tick he developed early into the war. "Okay, so this next part is going to be harder to believe than magic being real, so I'd appreciate it if you let me get everything out before asking questions." Harry says, looking between the two, waiting for their acknowledgement which he gets in the form of two nods to proceed.
"Alright, so it's like this." From here Harry gives a pretty detailed explanation of his life leading up to where he is now, from his life before Hogwarts, receiving his letter, the years of schooling and danger that followed leading up to the war, his discovery of the prophecy and reason behind Voldemort targeting him as a toddler, all the way to his decision to end the war without letting anyone else die for him, his talk with his parents, Remus and Sirius as ghosts with the resurrection stone and finally taking the killing curse for the second time in his life, before waking up in a garbage pile in Pacifica of all places.
"From what I've been able to tell, the place I'm from is a lot closer to what the world was like before technology really started to take off, we didn't have A.I, cyberware or anything nearly as advanced as everything here is. But the biggest difference is the almost stifling lack of anything even remotely magical, back home you could feel the magic even in places without magicals nearby, but here, it's almost like it was strangled from the planet. I can still cast like normal, every magical is their own source of power but it's almost painful how empty it feels here, which on top of everything else leads me to believe that somehow I didn't just end up in the future, but a different world or reality all together." Harry finishes with a sigh, his entire explanation having taken a couple hours and plenty of mental strength to get through.
"This, this is hard to come to terms with Harry..." Mrs. Welles says, "I believe you, lord knows I shouldn't, but it's hard to ignore proof when it's sleeping in your lap." she motions to the now napping kitten.
"Agreed, and while I'd love to talk more of where you're from, I find myself more interested in where you plan on going forward." Sebastian says, prompting Harry to share his plans, if any.
"Honestly, I have no idea, I don't even know for sure what caused me to end up here, much less where I'd begin in trying to go back, to be honest I'm not sure I even want to go back." He says, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, I do miss my friends, but I'm not so certain in my skills to be able to find a way, on top of that I just got out of a war, I'm not too keen on rushing back into one."
"How would you like to work for me?" Sebastian asks bluntly.
Harry just looks at him owlishly, while Mama Welles sends him a hard glare. "Sebastian, he just said he doesn't want to go back to war."
"And I'm not asking him to, but this young man could be doing more than working in a bar, no offence intended Guadalupe." Sebastian says with arms raised in a placating manner.
"I like working at the bar though." Harry says, drawing a victorious smirk from Mrs. Welles.
"And you wouldn't have to stop, but I'd feel better able to repay you if I could get you some work worthy of your abilities, you could live quite comfortably." Sebastian explains, realizing he'd need to work Harry up to doing merc work slowly.
The idea brings Harry up short, it'd be nice to afford his own place at the very least and it's not like working at the bar tires him out much at all so working two jobs would be possible. "What is it that you do exactly?" Harry asks, drawing a groan from Mrs. Welles and a smirk of his own from Sebastian.
"Tell me, Mr. Potter, what do you know of Fixers?" he asks.
-Flashback ends-
The following conversation was a bit of an eye opener for Harry, he had no idea the man he saved would end up being one of the best known Fixers in Night City and ever since that day, Harry has been taking on jobs for the man, nothing super complicated, usually it was down to doing pickups of goods or reclaiming stolen products and property for others. His first few jobs went off without a hitch even, no need for magic or gunfire, it was honestly the quietest his life has been since waking up in this world.
True to his word, Padre didn't prevent Harry from working at the bar and all the gigs he took he was able to do so in his own time, so long as he didn't wait to long to get started and he hasn't heard anything negative from anyone so far so he figures he's doing good. Tonight's gig on the other hand, Padre warned him ahead of time that this job will be a little more tricky than he's used to, his client wants him to clep a data shard from some mid tier corpo rat , their words not his, that is meant to be bringing it to a swap with some Tyger Claws. Now normally this wouldn't be much of an issue for Harry, but the location of the swap means many pairs of eyes and high chance of things getting violent. As a result, Padre got into contact with a long time associate of his to help him out. He was told to meet them at some noodle stand in the sub-district of Kabuki, over in Watson.
'He was given your description, so go in mask off at first so he can find you.' Padre had texted him earlier that day.
"Ya couldn't have given me his description too old man?" Harry grumbles to himself.
With a final check of all his gear, Harry transfigures his mask into a small Marble on a chain and drapes it around his neck for easy reversal and finally casts a mild notice-me-not over his Unity and holster, causing everyone else to believe he is walking unarmed. 'Better to be underestimated after all.' He thinks to himself. With a nod to his reflection in the tall mirror he heads back out, but instead of walking he turns with a loud crack and apparates into an alleyway near the N-cart station he used to get back to his new home.
Looking around to see if anyone is paying attention and seeing only an empty alleyway, he grins a bit and makes his way back to the station to grab a rather scenic ride to a whole new area of Night City he has yet to really begin exploring. As he boards the N-cart, his attention is temporarily drawn to a rather loud argument going on between what looks like a rather comically short...'Blue? Her skin is blue...' Harry stares a bit at the muted blue woman currently yelling at a much taller and incredibly lanky ,with arms much longer than they should be, man. He can't really make out what the argument is about due to the background noise around them but the tall man sure as shit isn't winning if the repeated shin kicks he is receiving is any indicator.
Not wanting to get caught staring, Harry quickly diverts his attention back to the passing city skyline, the buildings tall and absolutely covered in advertising holos, billboards and various signage. The city is honestly a testament to-
"Hey! I saw you staring a second ago gonk! You got something to say!?" A loud and angry, if raspy female voice screams into Harry's left ear as he is physically turned to face a now much closer to his personal space, blue short woman. A hand on his shoulder preventing him from looking away.
'Huh, less blue and more blue-gray?' Harry thinks to himself, now having a better look at her, up close he can make out several startlingly unique details about the young woman yelling and glaring at him, the first being the damn near glowing pink tattoos he can't quite make heads or tails of, even with how revealing her choice in clothing is, that being practically nothing at all other than a huge, on her, baggy hoodie over either some very revealing sportswear, or just straight up undergarments. Her hair is an interesting shade of turquoise and pulled back in a set of pigtails, held up by some kind of hairband.
But the most interesting part are her eyes, red sclera and an almost acid yellow iris staring at him with rapidly increasing annoyance, or is that anger, shit has he been just staring at her this whole time?
"Yeah, you have!" The tall one standing a few feet away says witch a cackle, obviously enjoying the situation a bit too much. Probably just happy not being the one yelled at anymore. Shit, did he say that out loud? "Yeah, you did!" The tall one says with another cackle.
'Fuck me, now I can't even internal monologue properly?' Harry thinks with a groan, thankfully this one remaining in his head where it belongs.
"So!?" The short one says, catching his attention once more.
"So?" Harry replies with all of the mental acuity of a fucking toddler.
"What the fuck are you staring at me for!?" She yells now, poking Harry in the chest with each word.
"Hard not to." Harry replies honestly with a shrug, catching her off guard at the seeming compliment, one he derails almost immediately after. "You're very loud, you've been loud since I stepped on this cart, if you didn't want to be stared at, try not being so loud." Harry says matter-of-factly, already done with this conversation. 'Merlin's wrinkled ass, how long is this ride going to take?' He thinks to himself, not really paying attention to how incredibly irritated the blue-gray menace to his peace and quiet is becoming.
The tall one looks at Harry with an interesting mix of respect and humor. The short one, looks ready to swing at him and with a snarl she does just that, on instinct Harry leans to the side, letting the swing go wide, when another heads his way he leans the opposite direction causing her to miss again. "Could you not?" Harry asks calmly, but getting annoyed himself.
"Hold still fucker!" She yells, getting ready to swing again before something is pressed swiftly against her forehead, bringing her to a halt. Conversation on the cart is brought to a halt once Harry placed the palm of his hand on her head, keeping her at bay with a sturdy grip.
The cackles of the tall one come to an abrupt end as he adopts a look of baffled horror. "Hey, watch yourself there choom, she bites!" he can't help but call out to the sitting boy. True to his words, the angry gremlin jerks her head away hard and fast enough to dislodge Harry's hand, but before she can try to take a few fingers for her trouble Harry's palm comes back with a vengeance, laying a flat strike on her forehead and sending her sprawling backwards into the bench seating opposite of Harry.
"Don't do that." Harry commands with a flat tone, way passed done with this whole ordeal.
The tall one can't figure out if he should laugh at his sister for being sent on her ass, or at the other guy for the ass kicking he's no doubt about to receive from the violence happy sibling. Still, the idea that anyone can manage to treat his sister like a kid is and will always be hilarious considering how small she is. As for said angry gremlin, she looks about mere moments from launching herself across the cart and beating that British asshole within an inch of his life for the disrespect he just laid her out with.
Harry catches that look of impending violence quick enough to let out a frustrated sigh. "Listen, before you try whatever it is you're thinking of doing, can we just run this back a bit?" Harry asks, not really waiting for an answer. "Look, I'm sorry for staring or whatever but in my defense I wasn't even really staring at you, more like just staring off into space and you just happen to be in the way." he explains again, not really catching how rude and unbelievable he sounds.
The girl goes to say something, probably scathing, but Harry interrupts her again much to the raising enjoyment of the tall one and the continued irritation of the short girl who looks ready to tear Harry's head off. "Listen, I was rude, I apologize, you were also rude but I'm not expecting any apology, let's just let bygones be and move on with our separate days." Before anything else can be said, the intercom comes to life, informing the passengers of the upcoming stop, which as luck would have it happens to be Harry's. "Well there we go, this is where I get off, I'm gonna go my way and we'll never have to see each other again, everybody wins." He says with a satisfied grin and gets up to wait by the door of the cart.
The other two remain silent, one holding in his chuckles and the other having gone from a boiling rage to an angry simmer as she glares at Harry's retreating form. 'You better hope I don't see you again you fancy ass sounding gonk.' she thinks to herself with a huff as she stands up to go punch her brother for not helping her with the rude Brit.
As the cart comes to a stop, Harry departs, making sure he isn't being followed by the pair, after a moment of nothing happening, he is satisfied enough to continue on towards his target destination. He's got a bit of a walk ahead of him according to his Agent's map feature. 'Maybe I should look into seeing one of these ripperdocs for some of the basics Mama Welles told me about.' He considers, it'd be nice not having to charge his phone anymore after all, or carry it around hoping nothing breaks it. 'Maybe Padre knows a good one with a solid rep.'
As he walks he can't help but let his mind wander once more, the longer he spends in this city to more he seems to get lost in endless trains of thought. Was every city like this one now? Is everyone on the planet just a violence obsessed scumbag with less sense than ammo? Should he be trying to find a way back home? These thoughts and more have been plagueing his mind on more than one occasion lately and it's beginning to wear down his patience. 'I wonder if therapists are worth a damn in Night City...' he ponders quietly.
His walk comes to an end once he makes it to the coordinates Padre gave him to meet up with his partner for this gig. "Alright, so who are we working with today?" he mumbles to himself as he inspects the people around the food stall the meeting place was meant to be. 'Let's see, is it the short black dude with a pink mohawk and some kind of cylon eyes...nope, he's to busy shooting up some drugs.' Harry shakes his head in disgust before looking at his next potential pick. 'Is it the busty redhead looking around for som-nope, just a whore.' he rolls his eyes as said redhead flags down some rando on the street before both head off behind some dumpster.
'Gross, alright so that's strike two, will third choice be the charm?' he thinks taking in the form of a rather largely built man in a brown leather jacket, a machete strapped to his back, some gear similar to Harry's own as far as armor plating goes and a haircut you'd expect to see on a shogun or something. The target of Harry's speculation seemed to have a sixth sense as well as he turns in his seat and takes in Harry in turn, this lasts all of four seconds before a welcoming grin spreads across his face.
"Well now, you sure took your sweet time getting here, you're Harry right?" he asks to which Harry responds with a nod and if it was possible the man's grin gets even bigger. "Nova, I'm Jackie, Padre said you'd be kinda young but he didn't mention you being a teenager." He says with a chuckle.
"I can handle myself just fine." Harry says in a no nonsense manner.
The now identified Jackie raises his hands as if to surrender and chuckles. "Easy Mano, I'm not here to judge, if The Padre says you're good for it then you're good as far as I'm concerned, we got some time before we need to get to work, have a seat and order some food, my treat." He says, waving a hand at the empty stool next to him.
With a mental shrug Harry joins Jackie at the stall and starts to look at the menu. "Never been to this stall, recommend anything?"
"You can't go wrong with the synthkebabs, not as good as real meat but the cook here is something special, most people couldn't tell the difference." Jackie says pointing out a picture of some decent looking 'meat' on a stick and covered in some kind of sauce. "It's all in the prep work Jackie, you know that!" The cook laughs while preparing Harry's food.
"So, what'd Padre tell you about me?" Harry asks, wanting to know what his new partner knew about his situation. 'I doubt Sebastian told him anything passed the basics.'
Jackie shrugs in response as he slurps some noodles. "Not a whole lot, when he approached me with this gig I was already hurting for some work if you know what I mean." To which Harry nods. "So I didn't want to risk getting passed over by complaining about needing to work with someone I don't know, but he gave me some basics, says you're good enough with a gun and you're reliable in a pinch."
'If only you knew.' Harry thinks with a small smirk. "That's about right, I've got some special skills but I doubt we'll need them on this job unless something goes very wrong." He says before taking a bite from his now ready kebab. He hums in appreciation as he savors the flavors of the sauce. "Jackie is right sir, this is very good." earning himself a nod of gratitude from the chef.
"So what do we know about the target?" Harry asks, wanting to get into the details of the job.
Jackie noisily slurps down more noodles before wiping his mouth on his sleeve, "So our mark is some paydata, it's being held by some mid tier corpo asshat from Biotechnica who likes to frequent the Mox's place, Lizzie's Bar." he says before taking in another mouthful of noodles.
"What's so important about this data?" Harry asks, now about half way through his kebab.
"Not a clue, all we know is someone wants it and went to the Padre to get it." Jackie says with a shrug, as far as he cares the small details don't matter.
"Fair enough, do we know where he keeps the shard? Because if he has it slotted then we will have to get handsy." Harry asks as he finishes off his food and tosses the stick into a trashcan beside the cart.
"Intel was pretty sparse, but supposedly he keeps it in a small case in his jacket pocket." Jackie replies while patting the side of his chest, indicating a pocket.
"When is he supposed to show up?" Harry asks.
Jackie shrugs, "It's different times according to the info packet Padre sent, we probably have a few hours yet before we need to move in."
"Alright, so I assume we're going to want to go silent for this right?" Harry questions, an idea already beginning to take shape in his mind.
Jackie laughs a bit "That'd be the smart play, the last thing you wanna be is on the Mox's shit list choom, that being said, I ain't exactly made for stealthy." he says motioning towards his own large frame.
Harry snorts, "True, but I am, I should be able to get in and out unseen, so long as you can keep the security distracted so I can get in."
Jackie tilts his head while giving Harry a once over, "You got some kind of stealth chrome in that wiry frame of yours?" he asks.
Harry shrugs, "Something like that, but it works and it should do us just fine for this."
Harry and Jackie spend the next few hours going over the plan, taking several possible scenarios into consideration and creating possible contingencies for if things turn sour and as day turns to night, the target of their job makes their appearance as Jackie points them out from the scattered people outside the bar. They wait for the corpo to head inside and hopefully get themselves into a braindance quickly. With a nod to each other, Harry and Jackie make their way towards the bar.
Night City hummed with its usual cacophony of neon-lit chaos as Harry and Jackie navigate the rain-slicked streets toward Lizzie's Bar. The target, a valuable data shard, was in the possession of a corpo named Gilmore, hopefully tucked away in one of Lizzie's discreet brain dance booths. The gig demanded finesse, stealth, and above all, discretion.
As they approach the entrance, Harry eyes the bouncers, calculating their routine. Jackie, apparently quite the charmer, flashed a grin and engaged them in idle conversation, distracting them while Harry disillusioned and slips inside unnoticed.
The interior of Lizzie's Bar was a blur of pulsating lights and throbbing music. Harry weaves through the crowd, eyes scanning for the distinctive booths reserved for high-paying clientele. Spotting an obvious corpo entering a booth as the door closes, Harry waits patiently, shooting Jackie an update on the situation and his idea to get the target. Getting comfortable, Harry posts up against a wall and waits. slipped inside, heart racing with anticipation.
Inside the dimly lit booth, a lone corpo sits immersed in a brain dance, oblivious to their surroundings. The faint glow of the interface illuminating his features – focused, vulnerable. Harry approaches silently, fingers poised.
Just as he was about to lightly pat around for the data shard, a glitch in the brain dance software caused a flicker in the booth's lighting. The corpo stirs, his hand moving towards his pocket where the shard is stored. Harry freezes, heart pounding.
Outside, Jackie maintained his distraction with practiced ease, drawing the attention of the bar's patrons and ensuring no one paid heed to the booth's occupants.
With a steady hand and quick reflexes, Harry reaches for the shard, fingertips brushing against cool metal. The corpo shifted again, muttering something in Japanese. Time slowed for Harry as he carefully extracts the shard, heart pounding in his ears.
Silently, he retreats from the booth, careful not to disturb the corpo's immersion. Outside the booth and near the bar, Jackie catches the shimmer of Harry leaving the booth, giving a subtle nod of approval. With the data shard secure, Harry slips back towards the exit, blending seamlessly into the shadows.
Roughly twenty minutes later, they reunited outside the bar, the data shard safely tucked away. "Smooth as silk, Harry," Jackie says in slight awe, a grin spreading across his face.
Harry nods, relief flooding through them. "Let's get this to the drop off and we can call it a job well done."
Together, they disappeared into the labyrinthine streets of Night City, leaving behind the pulsating heart of The Mox's territory.
With their prize successfully dropped off at the designated terminal drop-off point, Harry and Jackie head to the local N-cart station to head back towards their respective homes. "So, Harry." Jackie says, gaining the young wizard's attention as they sit down on the bench seating of the n-cart. "What do you say we celebrate a successful day with some food? My mama owns a place that serves some great grub, best in the city." Jackie offers/boasts.
"Oh yeah?" Harry asks, "What's the place called?"
"The El Coyote Cojo, I've not had a chance to stop by since getting back in town but the food never disappoints." Jackie says with a grin, already looking forward to some good food and sharing the day's success with his mother.
Unnoticed by Jackie, a small smirk find it's way onto Harry's face before quickly being wiped away. "Can't say I'm familiar, you sure the food is good?" Harry says, trying really hard to sound genuinely ignorant of the place.
"The best in Night City!" Jackie boasts with a million watt smile.
"Alright then, lead the way." Harry says with a chuckle, unable to be anything other than cheery in the face of his new friend's excitement.
With a smile no less exuberant than his full grin, Jackie does just that. The journey from the drop off to the nearest metro being filled with tales of Jackie's mother's 'legendary' cooking and stories of past gigs the two had both been on. Jackie having quite a few more than Harry, considering his circumstances. This day marking the beginning of a beautiful friendship, partnership and unknown to both, great change to lives once predetermined.
-CHAPTER END-
-Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long for the next chapter to come out, I had a bit of a medical scare and almost died, the recovery has been slow going but I'm finally back to the point where I can write again for a couple hours a day before i get too tired. If this chapter feels kind of rushed, that would be why, I kinda forgot what I wanted this chapter to be fully like before i went in to the hospital so It's kinda phoned in to be honest.
But all that aside, I hope to see you guys in the next chapters, we're gonna be getting to see Harry more as a Solo and taking some gigs both by himself and with some others. Should be fun! Love all ya faces!-