Chapitre 254: V for Victory!
Dexter DeShawn lets out a ragged breath as he drags V's body out into the open of the junkyard, looking over at the intimidating Arasaka man staring at them. "Now dawg, I swear to you I didn't have shit to do with what happened yesterday!" he jabs a hand at V's head where the gunshot wound he'd left was positioned... It was slightly scabbed over, and the Fixer was honestly surprised that V seemed to be lucid, even after getting headshot and dumped like trash. "See here? The bitch is dead as', so why don't you and me talk this shit out!"
Goro squints at him, "You say, you did this? You shot her?"
Dexter shrugs, "Well, yeah! Call it revenge for killin' one of the greatest muthafuckers on this plan-"
*BANG!*
Dexter jolts as Goro shoots him in the face, his body slowly falling to his back. The Japanese bodyguard sniffs at the corpse before making his way over to V, kneeling next to her. "You and I need to speak."
"H-help... Me..." she grunts out, surprised her mouth was working with the hole in her head.
He nods, lifting her into a princess carry and hurriedly making his way to his car, "Do you know a trustworthy Ripperdoc? Someone unaffiliated to any corporation?"
"V-Vik-ter, b-behind Misty's-, Esot-erica..."
"I have it... Let us go, we have no time to waste." he drops her in the passenger's seat of his sport scar and speeds off, leaving Dexter's corpse behind.
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Ori gives the corpse of Dexter a kick and lets out an annoyed sigh, "Judging by the two blood signatures, our gal got away..."
"How..." Sasha asks, suited up in the black Sekaiheiwa uniform from head to toe. Nearby, an armoured AV waited as transport.
"Didn't Dexter's grunt say she got domed?" Rebecca asks, eyeing up the corpse's golden cybernetic arm... It reminded her of Pilar's old set, since the guy was a Fixer it might actually be worth something.
"You guys've seen me get my head blown off, shit can happen." Ori shrugs while watching his girl pry the arm off. "Kiwi, we see anything on the cams?"
[No. This V, or whoever helped must have some serious tech. They either dug a way out or they can go black on command. We'll need some new leads...] - Kiwi
"There's only one real option..." Ori looks over at the fresh tire tracks. He wasn't a Choo-two-head so he didn't know what make it was, but a quick search from their resident Netrunner brought some results.
[It's either a Herrera Outlaw or someone klepped the tires from one, they're apparently custom fitted for this particular make... Seems impractical to me but who I am to talk, let the Corpo ass-hats shit away their Eds... We're in biz though, looking at the data, there's only four of them in the city.] - Kiwi
"Let's hear it."
[One bought five years ago by some fat 'not-arms dealer' called Jakiro. Probably not our guy... Two bought as collector items that've been stashed away or put on display. Last is apparently up for rent since the Herrera expo finished, gonna go out on a limb here and say that's our guy.] - Kiwi
"Any names to it?"
[No real ones... Gonks accepted cash upfront and put down 'Samurai' as the client. Either they're in on it or some fuckery is goin' on.] - Kiwi
"Find out where the shop is and whose been bribed. We'll make our own offer and get the tracking detes, pretty sure they'd still be active considering it's a rental." Ori states.
[On it...] - Kiwi
"So, 'Samurai', Militech?" Sasha wonders aloud.
"Nah, even they wouldn't be so fucking obvious. Probably just some silver-hand fanboy tryina' stick it to Arasaka... Not that I can fault 'em." Rebecca admits.
Ori shakes his head, "Just remember we're sticking it to them in a way that actually counts. Now, have the investigator team search the place, see if they can find anything... You guys go to Dexter's crib, see if he's got anything else."
"I'm up for it, let's plunder some booty!" Rebecca pauses, "Hey, isn't this the guy your truck was stolen from?"
Ori shrugs, "Maybe? Ain't like it matters now."
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"T-this ain't fucking happening..." V mutters as Misty wheels her into her apartment. She couldn't believe it, Johnny Silverhand was in the chip and trying to over her body, or at least, that's what Viktor said...
The chip treated her brain as a tumour and was working to alter it? What kinda sci-fi bullshit is that!? She knew trans-folks were around but for some dude to up and steal her body? That's next level! No shit Arasaka wanted it if they could stick the Emperor's mind into someone else's body!
"I'm sorry V, but like it or not... There's no changing what happened." Misty sadly says, stopping the wheelchair beside the bed.
"So what, I should just lie down and accept it? T-that everything was for nothing? That-, that Jackie-..." she has to stop herself... She'd almost blamed Jackie for the shit she'd found herself in... He was the one who got the gig, he was the one who asked her to keep the chip... He was the one who died.
And she was next.
"Sorry..." she tiredly sighs, rubbing her face and grimacing as she traces over the bandage covering the bullet wound on her forehead.
"It's no problem, V. I know it's a lot to take, we're all having trouble accepting things." Misty walks to her front and holds out some medicine, two sets of pills that'd help suppress the bodysnatcher or let him loose... Why she'd ever take the latter was something she couldn't wrap her head around, but maybe that's just the bullet talking.
After some more, dead, small talk, Misty leaves and V closes her eyes... Drifting off... For a moment at least, before the ghost came out to play.
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