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Go Out On The Edge

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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Maine pulled up to the house in the badlands as quickly as possible, throwing open the door and climbing out before opening the back door and pulling out the barely breathing Sasha. He knew Gloria was right, every Corpo and Police Officer in Night City would be looking for them if they stayed there, but that didn't make it any better to have to drive away from where he normally saw his Ripper when one of his crew was barely breathing after taking a thirty story fall.

 

Moving slowly so he didn't make the injuries worse, he came to the oversized door and went to kick it down, only for it to swing open and leave Maine staring at the barrel of what was clearly a homemade pistol with a bayonet attached to the bottom and oversized grip, trigger guard and trigger built into a sword-like device. Standing in the doorway was a man it was clearly meant for, looking like someone had taken an Animal and boosted them up to eleven. Easily eleven feet tall, and as broad as two of Maine, though his face was surprisingly soft and boyish, with a fade haircut and a cross necklace around his broad neck.

 

"Who are you," he asked, voice clearly lowered to keep from being booming, "what do you want? Who sent you? Who's the girl?"

 

"Gloria Martinez did," Maine growled out, not used to being incapable of using his size as an intimidating factor. He didn't have time for this. The man stared for a second longer before pulling back the gun and stepping aside.

 

"I'm gonna believe you for the girl, but if you're lying, so help me GOD ," his voice rose and lost the softness it had held to this point, becoming booming, "I will shoot, come on it, put the girl on the table, I'm gonna move your car so the Raffen don't know you're here."

 

Maine was tempted to ask what a Raffen was, but shoved it aside to hurry past the man and lay Sasha out on the oversized dinner table. Hearing the man walk out with surprisingly light footfall, he heard wheels turn as the man gave a loud grunt, and looked outside to see him one handedly push The car to the side of the house before throwing a tarp over it and returning inside. He fell on a couch that looked more like a chair to him, playing with a heavily modified, mostly to fit around his head, BD wreath.

 

"So, you two chooms of Mom?" The man asked casually, and Maine's brain took a second to shortcirc and reboot. He knew, from a few brief mentions over the years of going to her, that Gloria had a son. This man was implying he was that son…

 

"Mom?" Maine said, "Gloria Martinez?"

 

"Yeah," the man confirmed, "I'm her son, David Martinez."

 

What. The. Fuck.

 

"You're kidding," Maine deadpanned, "You're like, thirty?"

 

"Try sixteen," the man, boy, apparently, snorted. Before stopping and picking up the gun again, sliding up to the door and angling it, before a knock came, clearly practiced. He lowered the gun and swung the door open, "come on in, Mom. Doctor Vektor."

 

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David stepped to the side as Doctor Vektor stepped in with a bag of medical supplies, "David, Kid, for the last time, I'm not a doctor, just call me Vik. How are you doing? Personal Link still working?"

 

"You're close enough to a doctor to me, Doctor Vik," David defended, "You two mind telling me what's going on? Why did a Cyberpunk and a nearly dead woman show up at my door instead of your clinic?"

 

"Shits gone down in the city," Vik said, placing the bag and nodding to the man, "Our client here broke into Biotechnica HQ, blared a top secret scandal over every channel she could and left some of her property, including her personal link cord, in the building. City Center's locked down, and Biotechnica Spec Ops, yeah I know," Vik cut himself off at the snort from David. He could beat them when he was five , "and the police, up to Max Tec, are prowling the city looking for her."

 

"So we figured it best to do the surgery here, and then have her lay low out here until the heat dies down," Mom finished, "You don't mind if she does that, right, David?"

 

David nodded reluctantly. No, he didn't particularly mind if someone stayed in the house while he was out, most of the time.

 

Then, in the distance, the familiar growl of engines. Fucking hell, were the Shiv watching the house?

 

David grabbed his homemade sentinal blade from its place next to the door and slung it across his shoulder, "You work on her, I have to have a conversation with the neighbors."

 

David stepped out of the building, walking towards the trio of motorcycles coming towards his house. The leader of the Raffen Shiv gang that he really should have cleared out before now stopped his bike, looking Davod over and fingering a sawn off Igla, "What do you want, chooms?"

 

"We saw our neighbor was having a bit of a party and wanted to see why we weren't invited," the leader said.

 

"Private affair," David snarked back, even as he slipped his index finger into the trigger guard and rested it on the trigger, "Sorry, now leave."

 

The Shiv licked his tongue across crooked, yellowed teeth, giving a fake grin, "Or what, you'll make us leave, big-"

 

David latched a hand around the Shiv's face, lifting him like he was a bunch of sand and not a full grown man, "You know, choom, you're acting really confident for someone trying to intimidate a guy who can crush you like a bug."

 

"S-so you're on the Juice and have a shitload of bioaugs," the Shiv said, voice suddenly shaking as if he was only realizing now what he was doing was a bad idea. Which, considering the fact he was probably huffing CHOOH2 fumes or some shit like a fucking gonk, he probably was, "Our whole gang is gonna come down here if we don't come back in half an hour- No, NO, WAIT-"

 

"That," David said to the other two, the headless body dropping to the dirt, "Was a warning. If your camp isn't gone by daybreak, I'm coming for you."

 

Come on, buy it. He didn't want to kill anymore than necessary.

 

"R- right, sorry to bother ya, Choom, have fun with your friends," the new leader stuttered.

 

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