\+/ Tales From Night City \+/ Chapter 48 - Just A Little Taste
The bright, beaming sun shines down into Night City and the No-Tell Motel. The sun's rays shine bright onto Molly's face slowly waking her into a dizzy spin. A spattering of smashed or empty liquor bottles and scattered lines of synth coke lay to rest throughout the room. A personalized PetroChem combat knife with the initials 'MS' for Molly Seeker on the white handle rests covered in dried blood in a small bowl of now melted ice. Various clothing items belonging to Molly and another woman lay shredded and tossed about near the foot of the bed... it was as if a tornado had hit the place. Molly rolls over and slowly sits up in bed in her bra and panties while loosening her neck and casually checking for scratches. Her eyes catch a joytoy in the room from the prior night and silently watch her run her fingers through her long black hair while getting out of bed. She slowly slips her red singlet back on making her quietly wince in pain as it rubs up against the fresh, deep cuts along her chest and back causing Molly to smirk. She then bends over to pick up her high heels giving Molly a final look at her work before the joytoy quickly tip toes out of the room and the door slides closed.
Molly sits up at the edge of the bed giving her near naked body another once over checking for scratches or marks... silently disappointed to not find any. She reaches for one of the liquor bottles and shakes it lightly, realizing its near empty, she tilts it up to try and get a swig out of it anyway. She stares at the empty bottle and takes a deep breath before abruptly hearing a knock at the door causing her to roll her eyes. She slides the door open halfway and leans out slightly.
"Do any of you... have ANY sort of life." Molly says in a flat, annoyed tone to her small army of huscle stood outside at attention waiting for her. Her personal shield and long time bodyguard Manny, the only other person that came to Night City with her, steps forward with his large, imposing frame. He takes a quick glance with concern at her to make sure she's ok before quickly snapping back into character and clearing his throat.
"We've got intel on a lead ma'am. We're ready to move as soon as you're. uhm.. dressed and ready."
Molly rolls her eyes again and slides the door shut. You next see her sporting her corpo themed formals that looked perfectly suited for the desert. As the Chevillon Emperor shes being driven in exits the city line she looks back through the rear window at the Night Cityscape and stares deeply at it while it stares right back at her... She feels a deep, uncontrollable urge course through her veins unlike anything she's ever felt before... A well decorated, corpo hunter known for her sharp mind and success in brutality is left feeling vulnerable, hungry urges to JUST. GO. BACK. She quickly recognizes the uncontrolled, psychological longing in her emotions and shuts it down.
"Tell the rest of em to hang back here. We shouldn't be gone too long and I'm not looking to spook the locals."
"Yes ma'am." Her shield says as he promptly radios in to their crew telling them to hold position as you see Molly's lone Chevillon's tires trail dirt behind the SUV as they proceed alone.
The Chevillon Emperor sits parked neatly in the desert dirt covered parking lot of the Dollop of Sunshine motel. Various people are smoking and meandering about the Motel balcony; gathering and whispering amongst each other about the foreign corpos sticking out like chrome thumbs. Molly and her personal shield stand before the hollow, metal shell of Graves' charred Colby Butte left planted in the desert. The gentle quiet wind takes over the lack of conversation as you hear the sound of Molly's boots crunch the rocks and sand beneath her feet.
"What do you think ma'am? Ditched the vehicle?"
"Well Manny, apparently they stashed it THEN ditched it." Molly says condescendingly. "I mean... look at this shit." she says glancing around the area. "I don't think you can say 'please don't come looking for me' clearer than this." She casually hops into the driver's seat frame of the Butte and places her hands where the steering wheel used to be while gesturing the steering wheel motion.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY GONK! WE HAVE A CITY TO BURRRNN! HAHAHAHA!" Molly yells at Manny whom is standing at the hood of the frame with his arms crossed watching her before rolling his eyes. She hops back out of the frame making the last of the steel creak under her weight and steps past Manny " 'Gonk..?' Really?" he says with a light giggle and a smile. "Lets go turn over a few rocks." She says as they both make their way back up the embankment.
Molly is next seen with her sand and dirt covered boots kicked up on the receptionists desk with Manny's massive 6 foot 5 frame stood behind her. The receptionist stares up at Manny in fear and intimidated before having her attention turned to Molly.
"Yes dear, I understand. People come and go everyday, at all hours however I need to know who came allll the way out here into this hot, beautiful wasteland of a desert only to burn their truck. I mean, did they get a holo buzz from jesus christ himself telling them the next journey was beginning or?" Molly says laughing while removing her boots from the desk and sitting up.
The receptionist speaks in a heavy accent with an intimidated tone. "I... please, i was told by the other ones never to speak about it again. They say someone like you may be come ask about it soon."
Molly doesn't allow the revelation to show on her face and instead continues to smile big while now looking deep into the receptionist's eyes. She takes a long pause while doing this which builds the tension in the air for everyone and makes the receptionist begin to shake.
"What else did they say about... someone like me."
"Please.. just no talk to you. I don't want trouble!"
"Shh.. shh.. please, its ok dear relax. The suits you talked to are in my department. We have the same boss! They just sent me back around to another once over in case we missed anything." Molly says with a giggle while putting her hands up with a big smile. She pulls out a credchip and places it on the wooden receptionist desk causing it to make a heavy thump as metal meets wood. The receptionist looks down and stares at the credchip.
"Credchip, 5k." Molly says. The receptionist instinctually reaches for the chip causing Molly to casually place her hand on top of it while resting her other elbow on the desk with her hand under her chin. She continues to glare deep into the woman's eyes with a big smile on her face intimidating her. Molly giggles softly.
"I want everything dear... clear?" Molly says in a conclusive tone as you hear the distant sounds of multiple roaring engines rapidly approaching the motel outside. She doesn't react at all to the sudden onset of the commotion outside and instead remains 100% focused on smiling and staring deep into the receptionists eyes. The receptionist uses the opportunity to break eye contact with her and instead look out of the window nervous.
Five badlands vehicles sporting various vinyls of flaming blue skulls belonging to the Wraiths are seen parked in formation in the open parking lot of the motel. The leader of the squad was tall and well built.. sporting a spiked, black leather jacket, a blue spiked helmet and a fanged gas mask. He hits a man with his hands up surrendering in the face with the buttstock of his rifle sending him to the ground before pointing it at him. "Get the fuck behind the truck asshole! You're comin with us!" He yells as several other members drag him behind the truck kicking and screaming in a panic begging to let him go. Various people begin to scream in fear and scatter. "HANDS UP! ALL OF YOU! DON'T FUCKIN' RUN AND NO SUDDEN MOVES UNLESS YOU WANT AN ASSHOLE WHERE YOUR FACE USED TO BE! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE NOW OR BE DRAGGED DOWN!"
"PLEASE! DON'T SHOOT! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE!" Molly shouts as you see her exit the motel with her hands up in surrender. Manny make his way out of a back entrance and circles around the building, taking a position unseen. You see the wraiths tying various people up and loading them into the trucks as some of them try to resist and shriek in terror.
Molly approaches the leader with a steady pace pleading in a scared, desperate tone. "Please! Don't do this.. I have a family waiting for me in Night City! They don't know where i am! My kids are waiting for me... PLEASE!"
"GET THE FUCK ON YOUR KNEES! NOW BITCH!" He yells while pointing his rifle directly at her face.
Molly swings her fist at the Wraith leader's gut while engaging her mantis blade. She effortlessly impales him causing an excessive amount of synth blood to spray out of his back like a grenade he swallowed just went off. The booming sound of the impalement piercing through the leader's thick chrome causes the wraiths and civilians to jolt and look over. Molly lifts the Wraith leader with the blade stuck in his stomach and uses her other hand to post it on him for stability. She runs forward using him as a shield while taking high caliber rounds to various parts of her body like a tank unfazed due to her pain editor. While the wraiths open fire on her running past, they light up their leaders back sending chunks of his body and blood flying into the hot air.
Amidst the loud and chaotic gunfire, Manny sprints forward out of the bushes firing his copperhead rifle at the wraiths while closing the distance. Molly uses her posting hand to draw her iron. A personalized, chrome-gold Liberty with a gold holosight, and a matching 'MS' on the white pistol grip handle . She fires at the Wraiths while continuing to run forward with her meat shield being completely shredded as various chunks and limbs continue to drop into the dirt of the Badlands. Molly drops several of the Wraiths with clean chest and headshots while Manny finishes his flank taking care of the other shooters. Manny is then hit in the back of the head with a crowbar and tackled from the side as he begins struggling with one of the final wraiths. Molly lets the limbless torso of the leader surrender to gravity... As it slides off of her mantis blade onto the waiting desert floor, the chrome of the blood covered blade briefly reflects off of the sunlight shining bright before the sleek, crisp working mechanics engage as she retracts it cleanly.
As she does this, another huge wraith built like a tank and sporting a pair of cobbled together, highly modified gorilla arms tackles her from the side at full speed sending the pair of them to the ground hard and kicking up dust. As the wraith on top of Molly grabs her by the throat to pin her down he feels an instantaneous numbness spike through the various points of contact he has on her body. Molly lays there passively with her eyes now suddenly glowing pink as she watches the giant wraith's motor functions begin to instantly seize at the points of contact and the constrictions in his body intensify. She casually pushes him off of her leaving his body stiff, contorted and completely immobile... even slowly restricting his ability to breathe. Molly's eyes stop glowing pink as she deactivates her custom cyberware implant while standing over the wraith looking up at her in shock and disbelief unable to move. She smirks before raising her calf high combat boot and repeatedly stomping on his face hard gradually crushing his skull as you hear the sounds of chrome and bone gradually crunching under the impact.
She then looks over at Manny overwhelming the wraith in the dirt causing her to roll her eyes and walk back in the opposite direction. She hears Manny begin to stab the final wraith multiple times and shriek in fear and pain. She walks up to the final wraith attempting to crawl away while blood builds and streaks under him and various captives flee screaming in terror while still tied up.
The barely alive Wraith Molly finds crawling away slowly turns over onto his back to see her standing over him. Hes unable to make out her face due to the sun beaming behind her and sees only her silhouette and long hair flowing in the wind. She gets down and places one of her knees square into the center of his chest slowly caving it in under her weight... causing him to squeal and struggle to breathe in deep pain. She takes a deep breath of relief while looking up at the sun with her eyes closed with that same big smile on her face that she loves. This is clearly a feeling she not only longs for.. but truly relishes in... She then places the barrel of her Liberty under his chin while looking deep into his barely open eyes.
"Back to Night City!" Molly says under her breath while raising her eyebrows in excitement before pulling the trigger causing a loud bang. Cutting to black.