บท 27: Downtown Joyride
The group's initial meeting with Quentin went rather well, he was totally on board as soon as they laid out exactly what his father had done, while also keeping away the fact that they'd been the ones to carry most of it out.
It honestly felt incredibly sinister for Ori, like attending the funeral of a man you personally killed... Still, he knew better than to air his thoughts. Quentin may just be a young Corpo, but once his father was dead he'd inherit quite a lot from everything they'd heard.
Cleveland Fabrosi was one of the head scientists that worked in Biotechnica, someone important in his field with many connections both within and outside of Biotechnica itself. It was because of this that the man was so difficult to reach...
Any other merc would have been hard-pressed to find any information pertaining to him, his schedule, accommodations, workplace, etc. Not to mention the security Biotechnica have assigned to him...
Thankfully, Quentin was their key through all of that. The Corpo probably never expected his son to start conspiring against him, which is how the group found themselves where they are now... Sitting in their car outside the 'hidden' back exit of the Biotechnica hotel.
It was essentially just a bit of flat land in an alleyway, which when activated allowed the floor to open up and raise a car out of the underground parking lot of the hotel. Quentin was there, leaning against one of the dark, grimy walls with his arms folding, waiting for his father to arrive.
Ori and Max were posted a good distance away, looking through a link connecting them to Six's eyes, the merc sitting camouflaged not far from Quentin's position.
"Think this'll work? It looks suspect even to me, let alone a fully specc'd out security team..." Ori mutters to Max.
"Kid, we're Downtown, in the centre of Corpo-Cunt-Topia, no one other than Cybepsychos has the balls to go anywhere near this place, let alone try to kidnap a bigwig. If Quentin was being held hostage or forced to do this, they'd have known almost instantly... But him workin' with us willingly? They'll overlook it." the vet states.
...
"There..." Max utters as the alleyway begins shifting, the floor opening up to reveal a hidden elevator lifting a car into view.
A CHEVILLON THRAX 388 JEFFERSON comes into view, Cleveland Fabrosi sitting comfortably in the back with his chauffeur at the wheel. They drive forward to allow the elevator to return and Cleveland rolls the window down as the car stops near Quentin.
"Get closer so we can hear 'em." Max orders Six, who does so, invisibly stepping beside Quentin.
"What's this all about, son? You call me out of the blue and ask me to have a chat in private? Is the hotel not a good enough venue for you? Or is there something else on your mind?" the heavy-set, balding man asks his son.
Quentin pushes himself off of the wall and scowls at him, "This is something better left unheard to outsiders... A family matter..." he glances at the chauffeur, "Something about my friends."
Cleveland's eyes widen minutely at that and he nods, "Ah... Then, let's speak about this somewhere private then-"
"Sir, I shall have your security prepared. Night City is no place to go without protection." the chauffeur offers.
Cleveland pauses in thought, causing Ori to panic slightly, a full Corpo security would basically ruin their plan. If Ta'xin was hard for him now, fighting a security team all better equipped than him would basically be a death sentence, even with Max and Six with him.
"I told you, this is a family matter." Quentin growls, accidentally letting his hostility bubble over, causing Cleveland's face to turn suspicious.
"This is going cock-up... Six..." Max whispers.
Quentin opens the door of the car, but before he enters, Six sits himself inside, next to Cleveland, his invisible body unseen by the chauffeur, but for Cleveland?
*Click*
The sound of a hammer cocking next to his ear caused his entire body to freeze up, "Listen to your boy, or I'm recording your car." Six rasps a whisper, pressing the barrel of his revolver against the man's cheek slightly.
His skin rapidly pales, the cool feeling of metal causing him to blink rapidly. Quentin sits down and shuts the door, ignoring his leg brushing against Six. "Let's get this over with, shall we, 'Dad'." he offers subduedly.
"Sir?" the chauffeur questions, noticing his boss's strange reaction.
"Y-yes, let's go shall we? M-my son clearly has something important to discuss..." he stutters out, only managing to move his mouth, fearing that the invisible weapon in his face would fire abruptly...
...
"As you wish..."
Max shuts the laptop and starts up the car as their target begins driving, "Buckle up kid, if we get stopped now for you not wearin' your seatbelt I'll drive over your head myself." he grouses.
"How long does Six's camouflage have left?" Ori questions, not knowing the extent of the Cyberware.
"Don't know, he's probably overclockin' his shit to keep it runnin'. He'll need a rest and shitload of immuno-blockers once this is finished if I had to guess..."
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The target's car drives through the city centre and only stops when it reaches an isolated underground parking lot near one of the markets. Max drives in after them of course, the chauffeur immediately notices this since no one else should be arriving there.
That didn't matter however, as Six's body appears and blows a hole into the back of the man's head, covering the front windscreen in blood and grey matter. Cleveland immediately begins panicking, but Six just throws him out of the car as Quentin follows.
"S-son! What is this!? Why are you doing this?!" Cleveland asks he stumbles away, clutching a pillar and resting his weight against it as Six circles him luck a shark who caught the scent of blood. Max stops the car nearby, allowing him and Ori to get out and provide 'emotional support' for the distraught man.
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บท 28: All Guilt for the Wicked
Quentin growls as he furiously stomps over, pointing an accusatory finger at the face of his father, "Why am I doing this!? Why are you doing this! You killed my friends! For no fucking reason other than the 'family pride'!"
"I-is that what they are telling you!?" Cleveland asks, eyes jumping between Six, Max, and Ori. "They're lies! I would never do that! I may have threatened you, but to go through with it? On innocent people no less!?"
"Fucking LIAR!" Quentin shouts, "I KNOW YOU PUT A HIT ON THEM!" he throws a wild hand at Ori's direction, "Bring the bag!"
Ori shrugs, grabbing the bag from the trunk and tossing it at the duo's feet. Quentin, as if he'd already forgotten his initial disgust and distaste for it, rips the bag away and picks up the severed head of Speks by the hair, holding it up for Cleveland to see.
"THIS IS THE GUY YOU SPOKE TO, ISN'T IT!?" he angrily shouts, thrusting the dangling head closer, "ISN'T IT!" he presses, uncaring of the coagulated blood dripping on both of their suits.
If Cleveland wasn't shitting himself before, he was now. His son, the dear boy he'd brought up alone was ruthlessly holding the severed head of his enemy, his father's 'associate'... He takes a deep breath and gulps down his saliva, firming his face... "I... I did."
...
Quentin stares at him, not expecting the man to just admit it... "Y-you admit it...?" he asks, baffled for a moment before shaking his head and unleashing a brutal right hook to the man's face, sending him to the floor with a grunt.
"Hhagh... I-, did. A-and I'd do it again..." Cleveland spits out before quietly chuckling, "They were weak, unmotivated wretches sucking you into a world of drugs, prostitutes, and braindances. But..." he looks up and grins at his son from his knees, "You've proven me wrong... You have become as ruthless as I always wanted. Determined. This, here? Now? Will serve you for the rest of your life. A memory of what happens when you lose your way."
Quentin stares at the man, his entire body shaking in range, his hands trembling with the urge to hit him again, and again.
"This is fucked..." Ori remarks to Max who was just watching the whole thing with folded arms.
"It is, but makes sense. If you ain't willing to stab your own dad in the back with a rusty fork, you won't last a week in high-up Corpo life... Might be strange to hear, but there are just as many bodies wearin' suits at the bottom of the canal as regular folk..."
Puts into comparison Ori's own family... They might've been poor, but at least they loved and cared about each other... He couldn't imagine having this kind of relationship with his father...
"So... What now, son? Will you kill me? Let me go? It's up to you now..." Cleveland asks, getting to his feet and brushing off his suit, acting as if he was now in control of the situation.
...
"You went through all this trouble, dragging me here and killing my chauffeur... His name was Jerald by the way, I'm sure his wife and child would appreciate your condolences." Cleveland states dismissively. "On the bright side, you've just made room for me to upgrade my security without affording him severance."
"J-just shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Quentin shouts and begins to pace, his finely tailored shoes tapping rhythmically on the concrete floor.
Cleveland ignores his command, stepping towards his son, "Make a decision. Or will you be at my beck and call all your life? Maybe I should find the rest of your friends? The ones who managed to hideaway before I caught them-"
*Thud!*
Quentin's fist slams into his father's head for the second time, but he didn't stop there, stepping on top of his body and continually smashing his fist into the man's face. His knuckles quickly became bloody, but the damage he was doing to his father's face was worse, his orbital bone had likely fractured judging by the snap that'd echoed around the lot, not to mention his mangled broken nose.
Cleveland looks up at his son, breathing heavily and occasionally having to swallow the blood pooling from his mouth and nose. "Make. Your. Decision..." he rasps out.
"W-why... Why do you always do this!? Even now!? YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS! MY GIRLFRIEND!... You want me to make a decision!? FINE!" Quentin shouts, his eyes aglow with mania and malice. He looks to Six and holds out his hand imploringly, "I need one of those." he states, gesturing to one of his revolvers.
Six shrugs, tossing it to the young adult who scrambles to properly hold it.
"So-" Cleveland starts but isn't able to get much else out as he unloads all six bullets into his face, splattering the ground around him with an egregious amount of blood.
Quentin looks down at his father's corpse, breathing heavily as he looks at his hands. He drops the gun but Six snatches it out of the air, unwilling to let any harm come to it. The young Corpo then drops to his knees and lets out a wail, crying into his sleeves as snot and tears pool out.
Ori steps forward to go and comfort him, only to be stopped by Max who drops a hand on his shoulder, "Don't... Getting attached like this ain't good for mercs, besides, you don't wanna be anywhere near this if he ever finds out..." he states meaningfully.
Ori shakes his head, "I know what this feels like, it don't mean anything but... No one should have to kill their family."
"That suit wasn't his family. The folks you're born with? Related by blood? Only get a headstart on it. Nah, it's the family you choose that really matters." he focuses on the crying young man, "Like his friends were to him... You and I ain't got the right to speak on that." Max says, releasing his grip.
Ori lets out a solemn sigh and nods, his heart aching with twinges of guilt. He knew the merc shit wouldn't be moral, or good, but he'd never anticipated coming face to face with his own actions. The consequences.
Killing was easy, but facing the people left alive that had to deal with it? He felt like he was no better than the Scavs that killed his father...
...
He rubs his face and steps over, sitting on his heels next to Quentin despite Max's advice and his own rationale. "You know, he said something about hunting down the rest of your friends... That means there's some left alive, right?"
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