Chapter 24: Borged
*Bang!Bang!Bang!*
*Clank!Clank!Clank!*
The bullets ricochet off of the man's chrome as he speeds up his pace towards Ori. "Hahaha! You think that's enough to beat me!? Come quietly now and I'll be GENTLE!"
Ori gets off another few useless shots when the man finally reaches him, kicking him in the stomach hard enough to throw him directly into the ceiling. He hits it with a *Crack!* and then falls to the ground in a heap, groaning as he barely keeps his grip on the pistol.
[Permission Request-
"D-o it..." he growls, pushing himself off his stomach and coughing out a worrying amount of blood.
Abruptly his vision blurs and crackles, somehow becoming distant to his own eyes, as if the back of his eyes were screens that he was watching from the inside of his skull... Not to mention... He'd lost all feeling to his body, he panicked but wasn't able to do anything as his body began moving of its own volition, standing upright stiffly and rigidly turning its head towards the Chromejock.
The man pauses his approach and tilts his head at the odd movements. "You finally lost it or somethin' kid? Acceptin' my off-"
*Bang!*
Ori's body raises the gun and fires a shot straight into the man's eye, causing him to reel back with an agonized shout. "Structural Weaknesses, Eyes, Nasal Cavity, Mouth, Cybernetic Obstruction." his mouth states on its own, the nanites speaking through him...
The man scowls and looks back at him, one of his eyes sparking from the bullet it'd taken, the Cybernetic piece clearly irreparable. "That's it, you're fucking DEAD!"
"Negative." the nanites respond and open fire again. The man covers his good eye with his arm, but the bullets just hit him in the mouth and nose instead. The man is forced to swallow some of his metal teeth as the bullets hit his lip and dislodge them, but the worst damage is to his nose...
The bullets shattered his unenhanced nasal cavity and continue dealing horrific damage to everything else. A wave of extreme nausea and vertigo hits the man, stopping his stride and causing him to slowly topple to one side.
"Arrghk! What the fuck did you do to me!?" the man shouts as blood streams down his nose, ears, and mouth.
The nanites don't respond, robotically walking past the man and stiffly picking up a shotgun one of his buddies had dropped. They then simply walk back over, stand over the man, and blow his head off, the stopping power at point-blank range being enough to breach the man's protections.
"Protocol SD2552 Executed, Objective Complete, Returning Control of Host-System Administrator." his body reports out loud before slumping to the floor, Ori gasping for air when all of his senses hit him at once.
He was stunned, the feeling of losing complete control still bearing down on him like a cancer diagonises. An existential threat and fear... He releases a shuddering breath and forces himself to his feet, only now noticing the few eyes peaking out from their apartment doors, watching him.
He pulls his hood down, ignoring the twinge of pain from his aching arm muscles, the nanites having strained his body earlier.
Ori shakes his head, removing the thoughts of looting the Chromejock's corpse or anything else. The NCPD were probably on their way now, and he couldn't risk any more fights, especially in his current condition. He takes a photo of Darren's mutilated corpse, picks up his SMG and also slings the shotgun the nanites had used to kill that bastard over his shoulder.
If one thing was for certain, he wasn't risking fighting another guy like him without a shitload of stopping power. With that, he departs, quickly fleeing the scene.
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An hour and a half later Ori finally reaches his apartment, stumbling through the door and somehow reaching and falling into his bed. Inwardly he was still freaking out about the nanites momentarily taking control, the feeling of helplessness he experienced just making him even more paranoid.
Then the deaths hit him, memories of Darren's obliterated corpse, the bloody bodies strewn around the apartment door... He gags and almost vomits onto the floor next to the bed, but manages to hold it in.
He sweats profusely, pain and panic intermingling... He's only brought out of his funk when hears the beep, indicating a received text...
[Eyy, that job done yet? Choom...?!?!] - Speks
...
Ori looks down at himself and strips off the blood-covered jacket, along with everything else, leaving him lying on the bed moistened with his own sweat.
[IMG SENT]
[Done, now I want my money!!!] - Ori
[FUCK!! What did you do to that poor guy?! Hang em like a pinata and shoot him for fun? ur crazy dude!] Speks texts back when he receives the picture of Darren's corpse, the gory sight drawing a big reaction.
[EDDIES!] - Ori
...
[hey man, look... The client-
Ori doesn't even read the rest of the text, gritting his teeth and shooting one back.
[I WILL FUCK YOU UP! WHERE'S MY MONEY!] - Ori
[The client man! refuses to pay unless we do one more] - Speks
"Fucking rat piece of scop-shit." Ori seethes, this useless fucking Fixer thinks he can fuck with him!?
[Max. We gotta problem, you awake?] - Ori
...
[Yeah. This better be good though.] - Max
[Speks is fucking us, had me go zero two more dudes for the client without any pay. Almost died doing it. Wants to go for a third.] - Ori
...
[Man your green kid... Shoulda just waited a day for the client to pay, call the guy's bluff. Since u already went and did it he thinks he can milk us for all we're worth. Now we've actually got to do something...] - Max
[What, so this is my fault? Not Speks?!] - Ori angrily texts back, immediately regretting it after the fact.
[Don't you start. It's the Fixer's fault sure, but you coulda asked me or Six what's what. We know a lot more about this shit than u do...] - Max
[What now then? I'm fucked up and need the cash, I ain't letting some douchebag rinse us!] - Ori
...
[I'll look into it, make a few calls... Have a word with our Fixer... U rest up kid, we'll probs be busy tomorrow.] - Max
Ori slumps against the bed, grimacing as he feels his ribs pull themselves back into place, the nanites getting to work collecting the bone shards and piecing them together like a puzzle... He brings a hand up to his swollen-over eye but quickly pulls it away as a stabbing pain hits...
"Ugh, fuck everything about today..." he mutters, giving in to his exhaustion and falling asleep.
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