REBECCA

I pressed the gun into the old man's forehead.

"Alright Ojīchan, listen up."

Saburo Arasaka knelt before me, calm and yet simultaneously defiant, "もしこれが強盗だとしたら、お嬢さん、ターゲットを間違えたことになります。/ If this is a robbery, you have picked the wrong target, young lady."

I scoffed and chewed on my gum in agitation. The lead with Jun-kun hadn't panned out, so I'd had another great Bec-idea (patent pending). It was surprisingly easy to klep the old man right under his protective detail's noses. All we had to do was release some deets that Hideshi Hino was seen in the area, and it had been swarmed by psychofans. Droves of them had flatlined themselves in an attempt to get through the barricades, giving us the perfect distraction to emperornap the Arasaka paterfamilias.

So now, we were holed up in a seedy motel at the edge of town, and I was doing what I had always dreamed of. I was recreating the often forgotten Bushidō 4, "Tch, as if. Do I look like I need your shitty bathrobe?"

His brow furrowed, and his optics lit up as he tried, and failed, to make another holocall, "それはあなたが知る以上の価値があります。大好きなナオミちゃんからのプレゼント。/ It is worth more than you will ever know. A gift from my beloved Naomi-chan."

I blew and popped a bubble, then pistol whipped him, "I don't give a fuck if it's a gift from Rosalind Myers. Stop trying to make calls, we have a jammer up."

He gently wiped away the trickle of blood, "恥ずべき。あなたのテクニックはゴミですが、女の子のように打ちます。/ Disgraceful. Your technique is trash, and you hit like a girl."

"Maybe we shouldn't beat him? What if he has a brain aneurysm or something? A stroke, I don't know." Maine voiced his concern, but he was a fucking bitch boy. Between him and Dorio, I knew who was the power top.

Well, I had to hand it to him. Old man was pretty tough, "You're right, but you don't start talking, I'mma make you wish you flatlined when you attacked Pearl Harbour."

He scoffed, but held my gaze all the same, "私の同胞の多くが復讐もされずに太平洋の海底に横たわっています。なんでしょう？企業秘密？/ Too many of my brothers lie at the bottom of the Pacific, unavenged. What do you want? Corporate secrets?"

Hehe, gottem, "Nah, ya wrinkly old gonk." I put my hands on my hips and grinned, "I want everything you know on Section 9."

He looked at my blankly, "当社の保管部門について知りたいことは何ですか?荒坂9課。/ What do you wish to know about our custodial department? Arasaka Division 9."

I frowned, and debated shooting him, "No. There's this yo-gang led by one of the students at the Night City Arasaka Academy. Call themselves Section 9, copy your AmericanIzed granddaughters investigation agency." He blinked at me, mouth shut. So that's how it was gonna be, huh? "Motoko Kusanagi is a member, affiliated with the Tyger Claws. Spill everything you know, or this is gonna get ugly."

He looked at me blankly, "それが誰なのか分かりません. / I have no idea who that is."

Fuck. Old man knew his Bushidōs.