Tales From Night City

by Syberware

What is the story of the average, nobody, Night City Street Punk? One who doesn't aspire to status and fame but rather laughs at and spits on the idea. What are their drives? How do they go about surviving and navigating Night City and it's climb? Their aspirations... Their romances...Their stories... could never compare to a true Night City Legend... could it? Cyberpunk 2077

4. Chapter 4, Part 1 - Like Riding A Bike

\+/ Tales From Night City \+/ Chapter 4, Part 1 - Like Riding A Bike

The slow rolling of the tires on cracked concrete and rocks brings the Butte to a stop. As the engine rests idle purring, the pair scan their surroundings. Kabuki. 11pm. The bright lights of the district glow off in the distance illuminating the hustle and bustle of the NC night life..casting an even denser shadow over the area the 2 resided in waiting for their contact. The cherry from Brian's cigerette glows bright with every drag as he scans the area around him. The mood is somber but alert. The both of them are clearly focused. Like most situations, Brian makes some accute observations: They're in an isolated area. Too dark for comfort. Not enough intel...and far away from home. This type of situation, although not too unfamiliar for Brian kept him on his toes.

"Christ, where the hell is this guy?" Graves asks while looking around and growing impatient

"Look." Brian gestures over to a pair of headlights slowly approaching towards them from the direction of the lit street. Before getting too close, the vehicle adjusts its direction slightly and begins to slowly drive in circles around Graves' Butte. As it passes to the side for the first time, it gives Brian a dim but clear look at the car...A red and green Mizutani Shion Mz2 with blacked out tinted windows, red rims and greenwall tires. Brian's eyes open wide in surprise.

"You've got to be fuckin kidding me Graves, TYGER CLAWS? That's who we're doin biz with?!"

"Wha-? I didn't know choom! Marcus never told me!"

"Yeah.. because he knows we wouldn't have done it.." Brian slams his fist onto the glove box. "FUCKIN Marcus..." Brian continues to watch the circling Shion. The Shion circles the Butte one last time before slowly driving back toward the direction it came in from.

"The fucks he doing?" Brian asks with angst.

"That's the signal...we're supposed to follow him."

As they follow the Shion through the streets, the areas become less and less crowded as well as less and less lit up. Brian stares deeply at the vinyl tiger printed on the back of the Shion glaring right back at him...flickering in the dimness of the inconsistent street lighting. As Brian stares deep into the eyes of the tiger, his mind begins to wander. He thinks back to an event from his past...hearing only the unforgettable screams of a woman "NO! PLEASE! VARGA! VARGAAAAAAA!"

"I don't like this shit choom...Got a bad feeling about this." Graves says, snapping Brian out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, me neither." Brians says while racking the slide on the Lexington and checking the side. "But what are we supposed to do now hm? Turn off right here and go home..?"

"That's exactly what the fuck we should do."

"Yeah, but we're not gonna are we..."

Graves looks at Brian with an agreeing expression... Brian continues. "We're marked already. Nothing we can do now. Head on a swivel choom."