"I know these types. They might push on weak transporters if they can, but show them you're dangerous and suddenly they are all smiles and honey. Besides, The fixer wouldn't be happy if the deal went bad. So there was pressure to keep things on the DL."
Ten minutes later, three people sat on their car hoods near a Bigfoot Java, sipping a variety of artisanal synthetic coffee. The air was a relaxed one, despite the apparently narrowly avoided gun fight that just occurred.
"Jesus Christ, did you see the size of that cannon? I can't believe she pulled a Nova on you."
"I can see now why you had me set up with my Ashura, I about shit myself. Almost pulled the trigger right then. Glad you splain'd the deets before she pulled up."
"Told you. Those Night City gonks are fucking crazy. If you don't threaten them a little so they can snarl and flash iron, they start gettin' ideas your chooms are gonna start fallin out the trees like a tree octo or some shit. Bourgie mother fuckers can't feel safe unless they loudly yell about how they can kill every motherfucker in tha club. "
"Fuckin NC crazies," one said, sipping his two pump half caf caramel macchiato.
"Yeah," the other replied, sipping his pumpkin spiced vanilla chai with synthalmond milk.
"Enough of that shit, I finally got a copy of Electric Ladyland. Time to head to Renton so we can get tickets to Greenwood. I have been wanting to get high and listen to this vinyl since I was a kid."
They all finished their drinks, dumped the cups into nearby recycle bins, and drove away.