"I…"
Wow, Shit.
Evelyn Parker was a woman who's ambition far outweighed her abilities.
But that didn't stop her from selling info she got from the Voodoo Boys.
That didn't stop her from having the galls to pull the rug from under the Pacifica gangs to fill her own pockets.
After all, it was her that managed to get the location to the Relic.
She knew that all she had to do was get the Relic, sell it over to Netwatch for a new life. A new life, a new identity.
She was originally planning to send it over to Dexter DeShawn… but with him dead, Evelyn had to end up paying more cash to get the better alternative.
She didn't really expect much. She just wanted some good mercs to be sent her way and for her to inform how the heist was gonna work.
She didn't expect to Rogue to send the fucking Boogeymen her way.
Agent Locust and Agent Ram walked into the bar without even stopping to oggle the workers here even once.
Rita had told them the rules, sure. But the amount of silence they replied with made her feel like she was talking to walking corpses.
Hell, maybe they really were Full'Borgs.
The bouncers and Moxes were failing at their job by just backing away slowly and watching their movement, but no one was give them shits for it.
No one wanted to approach the Baba Yagas, even if it was them off their job.
Evelyn Parker gathered her thoughts and the air of enigma back, watching the two Spartans stand in front of the bar.
"And what would the two of you gentlemen come here for?"
The Bartender had asked.
"Evelyn Parker."
God damn the voice. Distorted and digital - it sounded more like a synth-wave mimicking a voice using several frequencies plastered together.
"Sorry, never heard of her." The Bartender deflected. Sure, he was trying to look out for his old friend.
"That's fine." Locust replied. "She told us to meet her here."
Evelyn rolled her chair around to meet Locust in… whatever optic he had over his helmet.
Evelyn felt her own eyes roll around trying to find his eyes, but decided that it was a futile effort.
"You're right, I did."
Evelyn Parker, that's how she introduced herself.
-oOo-
Adam Smasher was reassembling the cleaned parts of his Ba Xing Chong.
He was informed about the traps. Through one way or the other, the Baba Yagas would be rolling into Konpeki Plaza.
Two gigs pulled in one - one was a gig from outside sources, but the other was from Arasaka themselves.
Data regarding the Relic, pulled from the Server Room just below Arasaka Yorinobu's room.
They would sneak in from whatever entry point they could find, but they'd have to end up going there.
And as Head of Security for Arasaka, all he had to do was sniff them out from inside the room and have fun.
Oh, and he will have fun.
Before they came along, he was the first and only NC Boogeyman.
Before they came along, it was him that everyone feared.
Well, everyone besides Morgan Blackhand… but that's only because Morgan Blackhand was every much of a living legend himself.
And now that the Baba Yagas grew to be legends in the flesh, Adam Smasher wanted to try 'talking' to them one to one.
Personally.
-oOo-
"Ram."
"On it."
The two Spartans refused to go through with the Brain Wave. Evelyn and Judy chalked it up to hesitation, but then again if they had underwent a full-body replacement, then they doubted the Wreaths would work as intended.
Ram pulled his laptop out from the case holding inside his shoulder pad, plugging in Judy's edited shard to look at the data transfer.
BD was one of the leading technologies in Night City, using the cybernetic implants in the brain that every citizen pretty much had these days to record the physical sensations, emotions and thoughts. These were placed into raw chips for people like Judy to edit. And then briefly imprinted on another person's.
Judy peaked over Ram's shoulders-and Jesus Christ.
At least Judy looked and edited BD by looking at the footages or going through them herself with the Weave.
Ram was just looking at graphs and pure data, numbers flooding the screen and Ram simply scrolling up and down - how the fuck is he even going to-
"There, Locust. Do you see that?"
Ram tapped on his screen, towards one of the huge spikes.
Locust stared at what Ram was pointing at before looking to Ram himself.
"I don't look at numbers like you do, Ram."
Ram looked up to Locust briefly before looking back at his screen.
"Right. Forgot you guys aren't like Cell. This is the neural information sent through the parietal lobe. This one here is the hippocampus."
All three of the people inside the room stared at Ram.
Judy and Evelyn especially blinked a lot. Did the guy just say Cell? As in the Reds and Blues CEO?
"… They map the 3d space. These are coordinate graphs. Here's the X axis, Y axis, and Z axis. Here's audio, visual, and… here's temperature."
"And you couldn't go video?"
"Video is too inaccurate- numbers down to decimal lines can show even the subtle changes. If you see it here, the temperature range falls near 0. That's most likely where the Biochip is stored in. We've also got security here and here as well, according to visual and audio logs."
"And what's that number walking across the screen? At the start?"
"A person. Something big, judging by how the numbers decrease and increase. Limb movements."
"That's Adam Smasher, Arasaka's head of security. And former Merc. He's like you guys, more machine than man, his brain is the only organic part left of him, and I doubt that's even intact with all the implants jammed into it."
"… Right. Like us." Locust replied curtly.
Ram looked over more of the numbers, trying to find additional details.
Judy was just perplexed there was someone like him.
"Do you really see something from the numbers…?"
Ram looked at Judy over his shoulders, body language showing that he was looking at her incredulously.
"I'm more surprised that you guys don't."
"Not everyone is like you and your brother, Ram."
"Yeah, well not everyone has an ego the size of a Halo ring like Cell does."
Ram closed his laptop.
"Right, I think I found everything. Thank you for letting us borrow your chip, Judy. We'll be on our way."
That Spartans had enough manners to walk back out the proper exit of the facility, the Dolls and the Moxes all staring at the hulking figures as they went out to pull the heist.
Evelyn Parker sighed out the breath she was holding once they disappeared. They were never actively aggressively or threatening - keeping it professional.
But the size and shape were naturally intimidating.
Judy also looked at the two as they disappeared. It was a little too late for her when she recognised the designs of the armors - the big soldiers that were protecting the facilities pumping and filtering Laguna Bend.
She had pieced the two and two together, with a little help of Ram talking about Cell.
She realised where these Baba Yagas came from, but was too scared as of the moment to push further about it.
-oOo-
"We're splitting into two teams. One is tasked with going after the Relic's data in the server room. The other is going after the Relic itself."
"You want me to go through the server room?" Ram asked while reloading his shotgun. He wouldn't need to use it, but it was better safe than sorry.
"No. You and Noble 6 is going after the relic. Data extraction is something all of us do - trying to maintain the safety and integrity of a biochip is your task."
"Understood."
"Me and Leon will be undergoing data extraction. Killshot, Jim - you're our back up."
"Got it."
Jim wordlessly nodded while handling his revolver.
The entry route was clear - the security would be tougher than most, but it wasn't any harder than the Militech heist.
In fact, it would be a little easier.
"I got through the system. Making entry point… now."
Locust turned on his cloaking device, and the rest of the Baba Yagas soon followed.
"Time to move."
The only thing that resisted the wind on the top of the building on the other side of Konpeki Plaza was Killshot and his rifle.
-oOo-
Noble 6 and Ram were taking the less orthodox route - jumping across balconies of the highest level of the Konpeki Plaza before they landed on the helipad reserved only for the Arasakas.
The difficulty of their side of the mission was less about stealth and more about weight control.
Thank god the GEN3 armors had thrusters built into them. The short bursts were more than enough to both have the Spartans perform longer leaps along with the grapple shots for quick movements - and also for weight distribution so that neither of the two ended up breaking a hole on the roof and falling down flat, alerting everyone and their mother to their presence.
Locust and Leon were performing the harder task of the double-sided espionage- the server room was an enclosed space - which meant unlike Ram and Noble 6's route, the only way in was from inside.
The two were looking at the map displayed on their hud- there was an emergency exit the two could take to get in.
Locust reached out to transfer his Dumb AI BUTLR to the security network.
Make it Covert.
[Understood, sir. Just like the old days, isn't it?]
Locust and Leon waited for a moment, before the Exit hatch unlocked seemlessly.
Locust went in first, Leon on the look out for eyes.
Then he too disappeared into the building.
Ventways and pipelines were lining the halls and soon the two Spartans were walking out and into a floor filled with glass, traditional paper and bamboo walls and plant decorations.
Guards and hotel employees walking around.
Locust and Leon walked around, sticking to the walls.
Nothing more than slight trembling of the air to notify that they existed.
It wasn't a problem, finding and walking into the server room.
Security and netrunners were plugged into the network, sure. But BUTLR made sure that anything made to get these two Spartans in, it was nothing more than a slight spasm of the code.
Something probably happening when the Netrunner's avatar accidentally bumped into a vase icon.
BUTLR was briefly recalled back to Locust until reaching the main computers.
Then it was time to access it once more.
"You think it's going to be hard, BUTLR?"
[Last time I checked, I was invading Forerunner technology. You think this will be hard?]
"I mean going in without getting yourself notified."
[I repeat - I invaded Forerunner technology. Do you think this will be hard, Spartan?]
"… Duly noted."
Leon chuckled next to Locust.
"For a dumb AI, the BUTLR models sure have a lot of personality."
"Not enough to join the Created."
"And thank god for that."
Something was stomping up behind the two, and the Spartans went quiet.
Adam Smasher couldn't see them. No.
Cloaking was too perfect - curved light around that even infrared didn't catch on.
But Adam Smasher could see doors opening and computers whirring a little harder.
And that was enough.
Rocket mounted cannons unflipped without a word.
Adam Smasher was authorised to go loud and clear.
Fuck collateral damage - Arasaka wanted Adam to fight.
And Adam wanted these new Boogeymen.
Locust and Leon rolled to the floor - missiles landing on the ground and nearby server computers.
Konpeki Plaza rumbled from top to bottom, ceilings and floors caved down.
"Come out you little fucks. I know you're here."
Adam Smasher growled as Konpeki Plaza lights flickers.
People were starting to panic - but the security stayed far away from the fight.
They were given orders, informed enough about what was going to happen.
But they weren't really told about the scale of the fight.
Locust pulled out a knife and aimed at Adam's shoulder - the thick blade lodged into the plates and cut a sizeable chunk out from the arm.
Adam didn't exactly know how much were here right now - not if they didn't take the cloaking device out.
So Adam did what he was best at - he turned on his Sandevistan and open fired in all directions with his chain gun - jumping up and stomping down on the ground so that the floor properly gave out and let the Spartans fall down with him.
[This is Ram - what the fuck is happening down there?!]
Leon groaned as he looked at the mess being made.
This was so fucking unprofessional.
"This is… Leon. We have a problem."
[Yeah, no shit. What is going on - details, we need a situation debrief!]
"We've been found, the stealth is compromised on our side."
Locust had whipped out a pistol and shot at Smasher.
Adam used the trajectory to find the invisible enemy and launched ballistics in the designated direction.
Locust dodged and ran, held his fire long enough for Adam to lose his location, before he fired into Adam's back.
[Do you know if we're found as well?]
"Negative. Keep stealth on your side until confirmed."
[…. Roger that. Going for the Relic now.]
Leon gripped one of his blades, rolled it in his fingers until he was holding it by the blade - aimed, and threw it into Adam Smasher's eye.
It was lodged in for a couple of seconds - Adam stumbling back and roaring in frustration as he pulled the knife out.
It didn't go in as deep as Leon hoped, but it still did the trick.
Adam felt a kick land in his torso by Locust, and he had enough.
He connected to the network, and decided to go for a more simpler way of finding his enemies.
He activated the fire spinklers - water fell down from all floors except Yorinobu's floor.
And there they were - the two Boogeymen.
Now Adam had targets.
"…Shit…"
He opened fired, using retractable arm cannons and Missile launchers. He wanted them in metal paste. Of course it was wishful thinking, considering the durability of the MJOLNIR particle systems and the MJOLNIR itself - but it was enough to force the two Spartans off their feet.
Adam jumped up - smashed down, and tackled the two Spartans.
Locust held up his wrist out towards Adam Smasher's face.
And activated the repulsor.
Adam was sent flying, crashing back up 2 to 3 floors and leaving a new holes before coming back down.
Adam used the moment to fire his Chain Gun at the figures outlined by the falling water droplets.
He opened fired the HMG .31, before the several rockets shot at their feet launched the Spartans forced them to smash and run out a glass window, Adam Smasher quickly chasing tail.
Locust and Leon shot out their grappling hooks as they were falling out of the building - firmly planting into the gaps between the motors and artificial skeleton within Adam Smasher, both sides were equally being pulled into one another.
Adam tried to counter, but the electric surge sent through the wires were shock his motors out of control.
The outside plating were coated to reduce electricity to prevent this, sure.
But the hooks were piercing through such defenses, and the surge itself was too strong for the circuit brakes to handle.
These things were built strong enough to shut down a wraith, for crying out loud.
What the hell could Adam Smasher do?
"First off, he's going to be our biggest obstacle!" Leon Shouted as he pulled his arm back.
"Then we'll have to keep him busy." Locust replied as he too pulled his arm back.
The two Spartans momentarily slowed down, before quickly crashing into Adam Smasher.
Both Spartans punches caused the air to ripple and repel with a deafening crack - a shockwave going through Adam's entire body, from it's metallic plates bending to form the surface down into his frame. Sparks and shards of glassed scatted like meteors and fell down like hail in the night sky.
Adam smashed into the building once more, breaking through the glass and rolling on the polished floor, leaving skid marks and deep gouges as he collided with several furnatures.
His parts were spasming from the high voltage. His limbs twisted violently, servos whining under the strains as he ripped at the cables embedded in his frames. Mechanical roars echoed out from the gaps in his speakers. Yet even as few sparks flew, Adam Smasher laughed.
Yes, yes… this was the fight he wanted.
Adam looked back at the hole he smashed in from - and jumped back out.
His eyes, covered with optic equipment, were searching for his adversaries. Enhanced optic implants where whirring with stress and digital calculations until the focus locked onto the two Spartans.
Arasaka had risked almost everything to trap them in this plaza with him, and he was not going to let them walk out of this fight that easily.
Mechanical joints hissed - Adam Smasher was forcing them to work double time even after being electrocuted. He crouched, and leaped down from the building to continue his pursuit.
The Spartans had used their grappling hooks to swing safely down to the surface, rolling across the pavement as they looked up to the falling Full'borg.
Oversized shotgun blasting at the two.
Both Baba Yagas whipped out the rifles from their back - Leon used one hand to throw three grenades, Locust used the falling trajectory to shoot at it the moment Adam Smasher accelerated into the blast radius.
Shrapnels and EMP - they weren't meant to kill Adam Smasher. No- the Baba Yagas were just peeling him down one by one.
Bullets were flying through the sky and peppering Adam Smasher, and in response Adam's shotguns launched pellets at the Spartans - bouncing harmlessly off the hive-patterned particle fields cloaked around the MJOLNIR.
Fireteam Baba Yaga had better things to do than to waste time on the floor.
Taking care of Adam Smasher was Jim's job.
As Adam Smasher fell to the ground firmly planting his two feet on the concrete, ruthlessly powering through the distractions - a truck crashed right into him.
Spartan Jim kicked the door to the driver seat firmly off the hinges and walked out, as Adam Smasher lifted the truck off its six wheels and threw it out of the caved in entrance to Konpeki Plaza.
The truck skidded on it's side as sparks flew and panic voices and screams filled the night air.
Adam Smasher looked at Spartan Jim, as Jim cracked his neck. The Arasaka merc slowly focused on the white titan in front of him, wearing a much more simplistic armour compared to the 2 Spartans he had tackled out of the window.
-oOo-
"If I am correct… here it is." Ram pushed the button next to the table - the elevated floor in the corner of the room rising up to show a secret compartment.
Ram quickly plugged the wire in both of the sockets from his laptop, working through the codes.
If anyone from the Night City saw this, they'd be advocating that Ram's finger was faster than 70% of the Netrunner's minds.
They were wrong - his fingers and eyes were faster than all of them.
The small panel opened just as the Comm-link flared back to life.
[We've got Adam Smasher hot on our ass!]
[This is Killshot, I've got Adam in my sight.]
[Negative, Killshot, we need you to be our eyes for a safe escape route, don't compromise your location. Jim - keep Adam Smasher company. Leon and I will find another vehicle for us.]
"We've found the Relic. What do you want us to do?" Noble 6 asked through the Comm-link
[Stay put in a safe location until we get a new vehicle - get ready to jump down and ride once we give you the signal]
Gas from the frozen hydrogen were rising up once the case was revealed.
More rumbling rose from below and the sound of something crashing into the building- what the hell was happening down there?!
Ram quickly grabbed the case and walked back out the way the two came from, only to witness
"They didn't see us." Noble 6 quietly noted as he reactivated his cloaking device.
Ram looked at the open door and sighed.
Why was this mission going south for?
Ram petted the Iguana, looking at the two mindlessly before he too disappeared in thin air.
-oOo-
"You're a Boogeyman too?"
"…"
Jim didn't answer, as he grabbed the truck on its side and swung it down on the Full'borg walking out through the crater like he was using nothing heavier than a sledgehammer.
Adam's fame and body shape was similar to that of a Brute - top heavy, burly, and plated across the shoulders and chest.
Even his behaviour - aggressive and straight forward, was similar to the Jiralhanaes.
Adam gripped the front end of the truck closing down on him, and noticed that the previous 2 Baba Yagas had disappeared somewhere.
No matter, he still had someone to fight against.
Adam's grip slowly crushed the truck, before the Full'borg pulled.
Motors and rotors where screaming as the truck was separated into front side and back - metal shredding like some sort of cardboard replica.
Adam threw the damaged truck to the side as he once again aimed his Ba Xing Chong.
Like before, the smart projectiles weren't even bothering with homing in on the Spartan.
They really were invisible to the digital enemy.
No matter - Smasher sneered with the screech of artificial muscles. He'll just fire it point-blank.
Jim saw where the Shotgun was aimed, using the leftover parts of the truck still within his grip to block his body from Smasher's sight.
The projectiles tore through the sheets of the truck, but went out the other side only to hit thin air.
Spartan Jim had disappeared briefly, before Adam felt his shoulder cave in.
Spartan Jim had jumped around, throwing his fist down like a hammer.
The predictive module of the Mirage IIC Erinyes variant had told him where to aim as the Spartan fell back down on to the ground.
Meanwhile, Adam's software was going haywire for a brief moment, until it re-calibrated the trajectory of the White Titan's fist. Was this possible? Did the software's calculation make sense?
Adam faced mercs with heavy implants and speed-enhanced cyberpsychos - and all of them crumbled in the Full'borg's Dragoon model hands.
This was different. This really was different.
Adam quickly turned around to shoot Jim, as Jim rolled and dodged the bullets.
Adam was savvy enough to know that it would be impossible to hit Jim - and the moment Jim gripped Adam by the hips to pile drive him down on the pavement, Adam activated his Sandevistan.
A rudimentary implant, but it was reliable because of it.
Rainbow hue separated Adam Smasher into several colourful layers as he whizzed out of Jim's reach and around his surrounding. A kladeoscope of movements as Adam Smasher both opened and closed the distance.
The shoulder mounted rocket cannon opened up. Adam chuckled - Jim should've aimed for the other shoulder.
The rocket fired, as Jim quickly snapped his head around and grabbed the missile flying towards him, crushing the explosive projectile in the progress before quickly throwing it to the side for it to fizzle out or explode.
He didn't care which.
Adam Smasher took this as an opportunity, weaving left and right as he threw his good shoulder out to sock Jim in the helmet.
The hive-patterened particle shield flashed briefly on contact, but the force still caused Jim's head to turn the other way.
But Jim was still standing. More than that- he was unfazed.
But he was annoyed, judging by the frustrated growl rumbling out from the helmet resembling an astronaut's.
Jim turned around, and nothing more than raindow layers were left in the audience's optics.
Boom - another shot hit in the back and a fist launched into the chestplate. It sent Jim skidding across the pavement, Jim was still on his two feet and his shield was still up and kicking.
The pavement had caved in from Jim's weight. But Jim was still standing.
By average Merc's standard - Smasher was fast.
Too fast - state of the art Sandevistan technology meant that nearly no one would be able to react accordingly to the reflex speed. They would end up panicking.
But Jim wasn't an average Merc.
He was a goddamn Spartan. And Spartans didn't panic - they calculated and adapted.
And they overcome.
Mirage IIC had it's distinct ups and downs - it was a cheaper, simpler product compared to standard MJOLNIR. But that meant it had less functions. Lightweight by comparison, meant that it was lacking in many technological equipments.
But one thing that made the Erinyes variant triumph in one aspect was the forerunner technology reverse engineered and built into the armour.
A predictive algorithm, which when combined with Jim's abilities as a Cat-2 Spartan III of the Beta Company, and his experiences as a Headhunter - meant that the synergy would result in this fight between him and Adam Smasher as no more significant than a drunk bar fight in Jericho II.
Jim sunk his knife into the necks of Elite Majors and shot bullets into the foreheads of Brute Chieftains.
Fucking hell, he was sent to kill a prophet and came back with a Praetorian guard's head.
To Jim, Adam Smasher was just another Brute.
The algorithm showed a layer of the Full'borg to Jim 5 seconds before Adam moved into it. It fed him the next possible locations, the way this Head of Arasaka's security would carry himself after placing himself firmly into the predicted coordinates.
And by god, Jim analysed the HUD and realised one thing - this guy was predictable. Movements were linear and brutish. Pretty much circling around, or weaving left to right as Jim was shooting at the guy.
He would mix in a jump and a ground pound, or duck back when Jim telegraphed a punch. Almost trying to grab the Spartan's hand as it pulled back.
A wrist-mounted rocket launcher from the distance, before dashing back in with a shotgun.
He fought exactly, exactly like how a Jiralhanae would.
Which meant Jim had experience.
Jim ended up dodging and weaving too, throwing grenades where Adam would dash to as Jim shot at the Full'borg.
Sometimes Adam lost his footing, and ended up with a foot caved into his pseudo-clavicle before he jumped back.
Those around the two looked on in fear.
To their eyes, the two boogeymen of Night City were neck and neck. It was almost like watching a gory chess match between a black knight and a white knight.
Those that thought were too close were running backwards as concussive balsts of metal on metal and metal on concrete rang in their ears - those that were far away still backed away at the horror before them. They couldn't decide what was more terrifying - the unrelenting ferocity of the original NC boogeyman, or the unshakeable precision and controlled force of the NC Baba Yaga?
Spartan time had already kicked in when Adam Smasher started to show his hands and up the playing field, but Jim didn't really need it.
He didn't really need to try and out-compete the reflex - he just needed to outsmart a brute.
He was already making Adam frustrated about the lack of progress.
The Full'borg sneered at how Jim was dodging and weaving - sure, the Spartan was equally quick to notice Adam's game - but the Chrome-dome was still confident in his speed, surely the velocity coupled with the Sandevistan would overwhelm the white titan.
But confidence wasn't invincibility - it was a trap that made one believed they were so.
Spartan Jim pulled a feint, acting like he unconsciously moved closer to the calculated trajectory of Adam Smasher's route.
Adam took the bait, hook line and sinker. The motherfucker overextended.
Much more easily than the Elites and the Brutes.
It was just one small movement that the Full'borg caught onto.
But it was just one small movement Jim needed to consider it an opening for his attack.
Adam jumped into the sky before falling down as he fired his Ba Xing Chong, and Jim quickly rolled around it - left arm outstretched to catch Adam by his neck. The left hand held his knife, which dug into the other shoulder by the gaps between the plates. Blade digging further into the rotors.
And Jim over exhausted his muscles to pull Adam off his feet, crashing the hunk of black metal into the pavement like it was all some coordinated wrestling move.
But this wasn't scripted.
Neither was Jim's customised heavy revolver.
Jim fired into the limbs - the force itself, coupled with the previously damage whittling the armour of the Full'borg, was enough to rip the mechanical joints from sockets.
Every shot damaged some part of Adam.
From his implants to his basic functions.
Adam would've gloated, or at least exchanged a few words to whoever survived a fight this long.
Jim didn't have any.
Didn't have any time, didn't have any reasons.
Didn't even have any effort left in him to even put up an act that this was an even fight.
To Adam, this was one of the best fight he was ever in.
To Jim, it was just another Gig.
Adam was left with nothing more than a motorised right thigh - sparks were flying from the torn off parts, leftover wires were burning.
[This is Spartan Ram. We've got what we needed.]
[Roger that, this is Spartan Locust - we've acquired a vehicle for transfer.]
[This is Leon - Don't ask us where we got the limo.]
Jim heard the Comm. He holstered his revolver and walked over to the Limo skidding out from the lower parking lot, mixed in with other vehicles quickly evacuating out.
A heavy thump on the limousine implied that Spartan Ram and Noble 6 managed to get on while under the cloaking device.
"What the fuck are you waiting for… Finish it…!"
Jim turned his head over his shoulder at the sound of the distorted voice coming out of the damaged merc.
He could here the drones of the overworked and dying motors, the wheezing sound of the wires perishing. Flames were whizzing out and trickling into the air.
Yet Jim could see through the distorted metal acting as flesh, that Adam was smiling. Almost tauntingly so.
Adam wanted to end this on a high note, for gods sake. This is what he lived for.
[Jim, what are you waiting for? We're waiting on you!]
The voice of Fireteam Baba Yaga's leader was ringing from the Comm link.
Jim didn't have time for this. He pulled out the cloaking device and disappeared from Konpeki Plaza's light.
The limo, slowing down ever so slightly around the curve, tipped a little to the side.
All Adam saw was the speeding Limousine that disappeared into the night.