"Holy Shit, Maine!" Rebecca shouted as she jumped up and down at the sight of the new car Main had brought. The dark outside parking lot of the AfterLife had people staring at the Edgerunner's new ride the moment it rolled in.
Night time accentuated the neon lights spewing out from the signs, and those neon lights hit the top of the Black Mamba to accentuate its edges and surface.
"This is… that's the car! Street Race's newest record!" Pillar exclaimed as he rubbed the surface of the car with his palm.
Dorio and Sasha sighed as they saw the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on Maine's face.
The leader was proud, alright.
"It's only recently been released on the market, right? They only have 40 of it available on the View. How did you get your hands on it?"
"I had strings. Managed to snag the last one. I heard that they were going to release a total of 5000 for each of the 3 models over time, but who would be willing to wait until then?"
Black Mamba laid Valiantly on the asphalt road as the siblings were jumping from one place to another, before jumping into the car and testing out the seats, grabbing the wheel and pretending to go on a test drive.
"And how much did it cost this time?" Dorio asked with an annoyed sneer. Maine grinned even wider than before, he was prepared to surprise them all.
"25,000 eddies!"
Dorio and Sasha blinked twice before their eyes widened.
"Only 25,000?!"
"That's Cheap!"
"I know! But apparently the price the new Megacorp sold these cars to the View was only 19,000!" Maine bellowed out a laugh.
Now Dorio was going around checking the car with Rebeccah and Pillar, lifting the front hood to take a look at the engine.
"Holy Shit!" Pilar exclaimed as he tried to scan all the parts with his monoeye. Hydraulics pumps looked way too strong, like it can turn triple the cycle of a standard racing car. "Oi, Maine! Don't you dare bullshit us! An engine this preem can't be going only for 19,000 eddies!" Pillar turned back and shouted, only getting Maine to grin widely.
"Shit, I can tell why it won the race like it was a baby's course! You sure the View owner didn't race with this just for a publicity stunt?!"
When your first product was this good, it was only matter of time before your Corporation made a name that swept the streets.
While Black Mamba was the newest hot, Diamond Back and Cottonmouth was slowly gaining fame as well, especially to the few nomads that managed to snag the cars.
Better for off roads, the two were, and just as fast.
Rogue herself had managed to snag a Cottonmouth. The navy blue car had the front of the car slightly split into a triangular shape (resembling the open mouth of a viper, or a Sangheili) that slowly went into a gradient from Cobalt to silver, and laid on her personal parking space for all to see and bask in its glory.
"Damn, Reds and Blues ain't playing around, huh?" Dorio muttered as she checked the inside of the car - the wheels and lights were near-futuristic, the grip felt way too comfortable.
The only problem with these vehicles was that customisation wasn't allowed.
It wasn't because Reds and Blues purposely put a stop to modification, no- it was just that the engines, circuits and chassis was just too well fitted together.
If one managed to modify a Black Mamba, it wouldn't be a Black Mamba anymore: and Dorio and Pillar highly doubted that the result would be any better than the current car.
The technology crammed into this little sweetie was just that good.
"The streets are already talking about their potential new products. Everyone's buzzing about the new Megacorp." Rebecca answered, both hands resting on the back of her head as she tried bouncing on the passenger seat.
"Can you blame them?" Dorio turned to Rebecca and smirked. "It's a Megacorp from outer space, and they introduce themselves by giving us the newest best cars of Night City."
"I've heard Villefort and Mizutani are already foaming at the mouth. Gigs are popping up that's asking mercs to try and get some info from the Reds and Blues." Rebecca snickered as she relayed the words from the vines.
No one really thought that they would succeed.
But greed was known to blind good judgement.
"Alright, that's enough gawking at the car." Maine said as he pointed to the entrance to the Afterlife. "Sasha has a gig at Biotechnica soon, let's have a drink while we have time. I can let you guys have a test drive tomorrow."
"Wahoo! Drinks!"
Maine watched as his crew went down the stairs. They were all excited, sure. But what Maine was silently more excited about was that he had heard from his contacts that Reds and Blues were thinking about dipping into Cyberwares too.
Imagine that, he thought. Chromes built from Alien Knowledge.
Those were guaranteed to be preem, right?
-oOo-
Locust sat silently in his seat. Placed in the corner of the Afterlife stopped the outside sound from entering in.
Lights too - While Faraday was basked in the only light in the room like it was a spotlight, Locust stayed in the shadows - the edge of the lamp just barely illuminating the curves of his helmet and platings.
"Agent Locust, of the Baba Yaga. I've heard many things about you. Your team, your exploit, your results. And the rumours about you and your crew. Do you know how long it took for me to reach you?"
"What do you want." Faraday's grin widened into a smile at Locust's response. He didn't play into Faraday's praises, he didn't play himself up.
He cut through the bullshit, and got down to what mattered.
Faraday placed a shard on the table, and slid it over to Locust.
Locust just stared at the shard as it came to a stop once it hit Locust's untouched glass of whiskey.
Water droplets were already forming on the outside surface.
Locust looked back to Faraday as he pulled out his phone and inserted the shard into it. Faraday watched carefully as Locust did the unorthodox in Night City Standard - to him, it looked like Locust was extra careful in what he put into his interface.
Good, Faraday thought. That was most likely one reason why Baba Yaga was so successful in carrying out a gig.
The screen flashed to life as Locust didn't even move his head.
Like a statue, as soon as the screen went back to black, Locust spoke.
"A Militech request." The distorted voice flared to life.
"Is that a problem? I've already heard that your team taken a Megacorp gig. Flawlessly completed it too."
Faraday tried to catch any sort of body language from the top of the shelf merc.
But he couldn't get a read out of him, even with his 4 eyes.
Without even moving an inch of his body, Locust spoke.
"I'm only sending one of my subordinates to Biotechnica."
Faraday smiled.
"Whatever gets the gig done. And whoever is going, tell them it's going to be an easy job for them - I've specifically made the gig be done tonight so that we have another merc taking a different gig in that same building that can act as decoy."
Locust stood up, and disappeared into the shadows.
He didn't touch the whiskey at all.
Good. Faraday thought.
Everyone here knew that if the glasses were untouched, the Baba Yaga was taking up the job right away.
-oOo-
Sasha still remembers the kaleidoscope her mother had gifted her.
Shasha walked through the streets of Corpo Plaza on foot. She had her pink Omaha holstered on her left thigh in case anyone expressed their fancy in less than favourable methods.
The cat-like netrunner walked to the entrance of Biotechnica's Night City division with confidence, only stopping for a moment to look up to the top of the building because she saw a glimpse of some unknown mass move.
Of course, there was nothing when she tried to take a clearer look. Optics did not pick up anything weird either.
Must've been the trick of the neon light.
Sasha walked over to the front entrance, pulling a cord out from her wrist and plugging it into the terminal.
The locked doors opened effortlessly just as quickly as Sasha quietly closed her eyes to focus. Data appearing as green dots of light for the briefest of moments. Sasha quickly checked the inside from the side of the door, and watched as the light stream of the security camera gave way to a road for her to run through.
Sasha jumped over the counter, plugging the cord from her wrist into the terminal once more to temporarily turn the entire security system off.
Among the Netrunners of Night City, Sasha was considered one of the best.
[Sasha, you in? In 'n out, kid. Jammer ain't gonna hold forever.]
Message from Maine popped up in her optics, as she sighed a little in relief and headed into the elevator.
The two sides of the large and empty elevator was contrasting: one side glowing blue showed a nutrisupplement in an almost angelic light, with a halo and white wings.
The sign left to her was in a reddish pink hue, nymph perfume with a little devil tail accentuating the end of the e.
Sasha quietly waited for the lift to take her to her desired level, blowing and popping a bubble of her chewing gum.
She ran through the corridor basked in red light, quickly hacking into the terminal once more to dash into the office without difficulty.
Sasha took off her coat and placed her bag down next to the chair, opening the zip and taking out a headset.
The netrunner plugged it into the computer, and searched for information that the edgerunner was hired to bring to the fixer.
Financial reports, emails…
Confidential files meant nothing to her, just a flick of a finger and an 8 code password was just a door with a half-assed lock.
Sasha immediately sent the files regarding immunosuppressant 0.091 to Maine.
[Niiice. Now haul ass 'fore anyone catches you.]
That's should have been the end of the gig.
The security jammer had bought enough time for her to pack up everything and leave.
But one confidential file caught her eyes, stopped her in her spot.
Securicine.
Access LV1 or higher required.
-oOo-
"This is Noble 6. I'm in position."
Noble 6 reported as he looked down from the Biotechnica building.
Heights never really bothered him.
It used to, back when he was just a little boy.
But you drop from Pelicans and even from a covenant carrier ship in orbit for roughly a month…
… You get used to the distance.
You get used to a lot of things.
Noble 6 gripped the door and waited for his BUTLR AI to unlock the doors for him.
It was funny to him, how easy it was for UNSC dumb AIs to reach in and tamper with Night City's broken up networks.
According to Ram, the difference in software and network between UNSC and Night City, was like a Pelican in space and a Civilian Car on the ground.
You can't reach a Pelican in Space with a Civilian Car on the ground, but you can reach Civilian Car on the Ground with a Pelican in Space.
Noble 6 felt like the analogy was a bit inaccurate, but it did the trick in explaining why a Dumb AI can get in an out of a foreign network so easily.
Hell, Smart AIs can readily interact with Forerunner network and command Alien technology with a snap of a finger, so Earth's network shouldn't be that hard.
[We have decoy below you in case anything ever goes wrong. You know the mission.] Agent Locust's voice replied back in the typical distorted fashion.
Noble 6 turned on the active camo.
Sure, decoy was going to turn the security system off, sure.
But that wasn't going to take out the human factor of the security equation.
Noble 6 walked into the office. He didn't even need to touch any of the interface - BUTLR did it for him.
If there was any outside perspective, it was… scary.
Just how easily the doors and electronic systems gave way to the hulking giant, like the machines had minds of their own,
And those minds were scared shitless of the boogeyman too.
The Boogeyman simply walked around the desk and stared at the screen.
That's all he had to do - the BUTLR did the rest.
"Agent Locust, this is Noble 6. I have the data."
[Even what we need for Reds and Blues? We need every Megacorp data we can get whenever we get the chance - I highly doubt an opportunity like this will rear it's head for us again for a while.]
Noble 6 stopped to check is HUD.
There was two things Agent Locust asked for.
1: The data Faraday asked for the gig.
2: The rest of the data within Biotechnica for Spartan Cell.
Noble 6 went through each and individual files that BUTLR and siphoned out from the computer.
[I have found additional confidential files. Shall I unlock and transfer the content as well?]
Noble 6 nodded. They needed everything, no exceptions.
[All files transferred, sir. Excellent haul, I should say.]
Noble 6 relayed the information.
"This is Noble 6. I have both objectives- making my exit."
[Watch out Noble 6 - I've gotten message from Faraday that the decoy decided to overextend themselves: Jammer's down and security's been triggered.]
As if on que, Noble 6 heard footsteps as robots with rifles started to run across the corridor.
Luckily Noble 6 hadn't been noticed, but judging by the Aerodynes marked with the Biotechnica logo flying outside, going back out the same route wasn't such a favourable option.
Besides, something didn't sit well with him with the current situation.
Decoy was going rogue for some reason, and he'd rather find out why the plan wasn't working out for them.
Noble 6 turned on his active camo once more, and waited for the robots to pass.
He then opened the door, and followed their route.
[Noble 6, I'm seeing your movement on the navs - you mind telling me what you're doing on the 6th floor?] Agent Locust sounded a bit perplexed at Noble 6's decision.
[Baba Yaga Leader, permission to save the decoy.]
[…. For what purpose.]
[To find another escape route.]
There was a slight pause on the opposite line.
[Permission granted. I know that you won't let me down, Noble 6]
-oOo-
Sasha still remembered her mother on her death bed.
And even before then, her mother uncontrollably shaking in her own house.
Sasha and her sister could do nothing but watch as the veteran went through a seizure. Crying.
And Sasha was always gripping onto the Kaleidoscope tightly.
Her mother had always taken Securicine
SECURICINE
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION
CLASS: PAINKILLERS
UNDISCLOSED SIDE EFFECTS: GRADUAL NEURODEGENERATION
1. SIDE EFFECTS WILL NOT BE DISCLOSED TO THE PUBLIC
2. PRODUCT WILL NOT BE PULLED FROM THE MARKET
Sasha took off her headset and looked at the monitor.
Change of plans.
[Jammer's down! Get outta there! We already got what we need!]
Shasha put her coat back on and slammed the cord into the computer.
She was going to upload this entire classified data to N54.
She wrapped the cord around her rest, loaded her Omaha, and set a bomb to go off once everything was gone.
[Shit- Sasha! Where are you?!]
[Sorry] was all she could reply to Maine before she cut the line.
She wasn't planning on coming back any more.
She was ready to fall off the edge.
Metal hitting metal was heard beyond the locked door.
The robots were setting a charge to blast the improvised barricade wide open.
Sasha crouched behind the desk, waiting for them to come in with her omaha in hand. Flash bang in the other.
The charge on the door detonated, smoke bellowing into the room with a deafening sound of explosions.
Robots with green eyes gleaming walked in with their rifles ready. The lack of light in the office made theirs all the more prominent.
They opened fired into the walls of the desk in unison.
Sasha threw the flashbang into the air - and jumped when it went off.
Her implants grew blades like feline claws-
She could almost feel it, the victory.
Almost see it, the young child that used to be Sasha, brown hair and skin that showed no signs of an implant, finally smiling. Even with tears in her eyes.
- Sasha swiped the head off of one robot, stepping on the other two to the stable ground.
The robots openly shooted at her, to which she stopped with a cyberpsychosis quick hack.
One robot's lack of coherence came quickly - green eyes turning red as it decided to turn on it's brethern born from the same factory.
Sasha made the mistake to target the robot under cyberpsychosis first, swiping it's legs under and digging her claws into it's head.
Oil spilt out like blood, and Sasha watched with eyes wide open. Not fearing the kill.
The other robot was about to turn and open fire at her, and she was getting ready to dodge.
However she was stuck in shock when she saw the robot suddenly flying to the side, crushing into scraps upon impact with the wall.
An invisible force, the Arasaka Masamune the robot was holding was flewing through the air, but stopped the moment it reached somewhere around where robot used to stand.
That's when the Masamune started firing at the Corridor, sniping the Robots' heads cleanly off.
The active camo faded, and there he was.
The knight in black armour, here to save Sasha.
Again.
Sasha stared at Noble 6, Masamune in hand.
He cleared the second wave of robots with ease, making sure that he was a barrier between Sasha and the robots, and then turned back to Sasha.
He was like a soldier. Sasha would know - Galina Valieva, her mother, was a soldier herself.
Sasha had always leaned on her back and was in awe with how chiselled and broad it was.
It made her safe, and her mother had always made sure Sasha felt that way.
Just like with Noble 6,
Just like now.
The transfer of Securicine's files to N54 was already finished.
"Do you have a way out?" Noble 6 asked.
Sasha, without a word, looked to the window behind them.
She never thought about a way out. There used to be, when she was sticking to the plan.
Noble 6 got the gist of it.
He wasn't very happy.
Noble 6 heard the next wave of security, bullets whizzing into the office.
He shielded Sasha from any threatening fires with his own body, bullets bouncing off the energy shield like it was nothing.
He grabbed Sasha by the waist - big hands tightly gripping her hips and the arms wrapping around her back.
He lifted her up like she weighed nothing, shot at the window with the Masamune, and ran.
Sasha's bag exploded as Noble 6 jumped out of the emergency exit he freshly created, throwing the Masamune to the side as he aimed his right wrist at the Aerodyne.
He fired his grappling hook and swung.
Of course the Aerodyne wasn't going to hold their weight, especially the momentum he had just created.
He just needed to cover the extra distance before he landed.
Sasha hugged Noble 6 - gripped the platings his shoulders tight out of sudden shock and awe and fear.
He flew and extra mile even after he set his grappling hook free - the Aerodyne was flying out of control as he tried to break his fall using the thrusters on the mjolnir.
He ended up crashing a random Civilian's car. He felt sorry for it, truly. But that just didn't show on his helmet.
It was raining outside. Night sky stretching out beyond what Sasha can see.
She remembered what the other Mercs said in the AfterLife, what Maine and Dorio told her.
About how… if you ask a Baba Yaga for a job, and they don't touch the drink you ordered for them, then the job will be taken that very moment.
And how every time rain fell down from the Night Sky, some poor Choom was getting dragged into the shadows.
So that's why you watched out for Shadows that stretch out as longer than your height - there might be something waiting within.
Sasha felt the rain wash out most of her makeup as it slowly gained speed and traction - it was soon pouring.
The rain was washing away the face she put on for everyone to see. The cat-like playful netrunner of Maine's crew.
The angled bobcut getting mangled by the water, eyeshadow fading.
At that moment, at that night, Sasha Yakovleva was just a grieving woman who's emotion got the best of her, who just wanted revenge on Biotechnica for what they did to her mother.
And she showed that to Noble 6, who was walking into the shadows between the buildings.
The rain didn't wash anything off of Noble 6. There was nothing he was hiding.
"Wait… Wait." Sasha's voice finally worked. It was lucky that the rain was hiding her tears - once everything blew past, the bottled up sorrows she was holding in was unrelenting in it's exit.
Noble 6 stopped just on the edge of the highway, the buildings in front casted a shadow that hid half of the Spartan.
"Why were you there for? Were you… were you there for me?"
Noble 6 looked to the side, before looking back at Sasha.
"No." His answer was concise.
Sasha blinked. She almost giggled at the absurd situation at hand.
She felt too tired to do that right now.
"It's… it's Noble 6, right? Your name? We've met before, haven't we?"
Noble 6 didn't answer.
"Sasha!" Maine's voice desperately rang through in the distance, and Noble 6 used that as signal for him to leave.
He turned back to the edge.
"Wait, you can't just-!"
"Sasha! What the hell!"
Sasha briefly turned to look at Maine running over, his eyes were wide with slight sense of anger and worry, concern.
Like a father that thought his daughter was in danger.
Sasha looked back to where Noble 6.
She just saw the glimpse of the spartan as he fully melted into the shadows, never to be seen again that night.
Noble 6, what kind of person was he?
… She knew that he may have as well been a full'borg.
But he may have also been a man in a suit of armour.
It didn't matter to much, right? Because there had to be a face under that helmet.
What did he look like, under those golden visors?
What was the colour of his eyes? Was it as golden as the visor? What about the shape? Was it sharp like a knife, or soft and warm like the sun?
What about his hair? Black? Silver? Red? How long was it?
What was the shape of his nose? What about his lips, his chin?
… What forced him to never show his face to anyone? What did he go through?
Sasha wanted to see Noble 6's face.
She bet that the titan looked kind. Despite all the scary rumours streets have spread.
-oOo-
Agent Locust personally came to the Graveyard to deliver the files regarding Biotechnica.
Genjiro saw as several soldiers parted way for the Spartan.
He had never… never really seen a Spartan with such intimidating visage - an eyeless skull.
A Gashadokuro, as Japan would've called him.
A giant skeleton born from those that starved to death in the times were war was rampant, and thus food was scarce.
And to know that the legendary Mercs that was the talk of the city was from UNSC… actually made a lot of sense to the newest employees and recruits. How else were they so good that they were gaining fame in just a couple of weeks?
It felt like an ill omen, but the way the Spartan's treated him, and in turn how he responded, suggested that might've just been paranoia whispering into Genjiro's ears.
Spartan Cell had patted Agent Locust on the back as he excitedly looked at the file on his table. Spartan Cell was just returning from creating the first batch of cows and pigs based on the samples Baba Yaga had delivered to them: the newest geneticists that used to work for Biotechnica and Arasaka had been staring in awe as Spartan Cell demonstrated how natural cows can be mass-produced.
"It's all got something to do with a variation of Shotgun genoming. We sequence it, then we send that data into our computer over here, have this little quantum-circuit baby run several simulations on several mutations and scenarios - and voila, in just 10 minutes we have over 500 different variations of cow DNA that still cows, but just genetically different that they are complete individuals to each other, and is distant enough that they aren't families. We just send that data into our machines over here that have Cow stem cells prepared from the cow blood, and now we have zygotes. Place these into the artificial wombs that I made before hand - that I'm finally using, thanks to our delightful little helpers in Night City - and now we have successfully dominated the meat market." Spartan Cell had done a little jazz hand in front of the group, to which they all clapped their hand in unison.
There it was - complete stable cloning. Something Biotechnica and Arasaka was trying so hard to reach, trying so many different methods to accomplish for the past several decades and more.
And Cell just showed them the golden egg like it was nothing.
"Yes, yes. Thank you, thank you. I know this is a miracle in your eyes - it's just another backyard project for me. Now, anyone that wants to take care of the livestock and monitor their health raise your hands… alright. The guys who raised their hands will be reassigned to the newly formed livestock group. The rest of you, go take a break. It's been a long day. To anyone that's curious I can show you guys how the program works, and let you guys have fun with it too if you guys want to. It's an amazing program, mostly because me and Khyl' made it. It cuts down time taken for simulations and decreases risks, so it's good to have at least one of you guys know how to use it."
Work ethic was all time high when your CEO was a considerate man, albeit with his most prominent flaw being his pride and god-complex.
Maybe his drive for science and technology fluctuating from one field to another, where he would immediately throw such responsibility to his subordinates once he got bored, may have been another problem.
But the scientists Reds and Blues had picked off from the badlands was always wanting to learn the technology under Chief Engineer Spartan Cell's belt. So no one was really complaining about that.
Genjiro was in the Cell's office for report, so was the others in different fields.
One of them had seemingly found a new life forming at the purified Laguna Bend - Tadpole shrimps and Brine shrimps, floating at the bottom or around the middle region when the workers and Spartans had sent a drone to see the state of the town during their leisure time. Night City Megacorps would see this and scoff, most likely asking the workers why they tell them such useless information.
Cell would hear this and have hundreds of ideas flow through his mind, pat the people who discovered it on the back and try and research them more.
Megacorps like Arasaka and Militech punished and lambasted curiosity. Cell encouraged it, harnessed it and moulded it into a new direction of development.
Cell was informed by one of the new people about prosthetics and implants, and the general fear of Cyberpsychosis. Cell was now looking into chrome markets, and was trying to gather any information regarding Cyberpsychosis cases.
Cell listened. No matter who it was, and how new they were.
As he had said, 'not everyone may have good ideas, but then again… good ideas can come from anyone, anywhere.'
When Agent Locust had long left, back to Night City, Genjiro saw as Spartan Cell's posture changed as he flicked through the tablet.
The workers next to him were already slowly backing away from the CEO. They've already seen this many times before.
That's when Genjiro heard, as he looked to his colleagues, a loud sound of thick metal breaking in a single strike.
He flinched and turned back to Cell, who was now standing up from his chair. His desk had a giant hole punched through it.
Fragments of Cell's desk littered the floor, and the Spartan turned around to his employees.
Spectral nodes on his Engineer Mjolnir helmet flashed red with rage. Genjiro could have mistaken it for symptoms of cyberpsychosis.
"One of you is going to get our most recent polls and send the data to me. Another is going to report to FireTeam Baba Yaga that I am sending them a new mission. I will send the volunteer the file for the Spartan group."
Spartan Cell's voice was strained. The tone in his voice shook, in disgust and anger.
One of the workers opened his mouth as he moved. 'I'll report to FireTeam Baba Yaga, sir.' he said. The others were busy opening their tablets to inform Cell of the recent results.
"Genjiro." Cell called to the executive as the workers all started to move.
He wasn't just frustrated,
He was furious about what he just read.
"Yes, sir." Genjiro bowed, looking to the floor. He knew the Spartan's wrath wasn't directed at him, but it still radiated like heat, threatening to burn anyone close.
Cell handed his tablet over to Genjiro, who read the files.
Project Nightshade, Securicine…
"Is this true?" Cell asked with a shaky voice. "Is all of this true?"
Genjiro handed the tablet over to a former Biotechnica scientist, one who had to run away from the Megacorp in disgust and fear for their lives once they found tried to oppose the Corp and send the files to N54. A whistle blower, not a traitor Biotechnica would have wanted to have still living.
The scientist's face grew pale, and nodded to Genjiro has they handed the tablet back.
"Yes, it does look like something Biotechnica would do behind the curtains. Our colleague's answer confirms it too."
Cell's carefully tapped on the screen of the tablet in Genjiro's hands.
"Send this file to the rest of UNSC. And I want the everyone to look at every product and ventures we have, and contribute to the data on which products are going to fuck Biotechnica up the most."
Genjiro blinked. A slight chuckle escaped from his and the former Biotechnica Scientest's dry throat.
Reds and Blues just opened for business, and they were already planning on sabotaging one of the biggest Megacorps in Night City.
But for some reason, Genjiro didn't feel like the Reds and Blues would be losing in the fight.
"I'll be on it soon, sir."
Genjiro suspected that this might be the start of Fifth Corporate War.
… Cell knew a way to curb them completely before the fight even starts.
The rest of Reds and Blues will follow Cell's orders to the letter.