บท 196: Nonstop
The discussion with Rebecca about his nanites had gone easier than expected. Honestly? She didn't seem to care all that much, aside from being relieved that he'd be sticking around for a long time. She did question whether it was possible for her to get 'some good stuff' too, but the nanites rejected it, stating 'We are struggling to maintain our current database, adding another genome to it would only add to the issues'.
As for whether he could '3D print' Cyberware for her to use? Maybe in future, currently everything the nanites created was specifically designed for him, his body, his cells, and his DNA. He didn't even have a complete digestive system anymore, so adding Cyberware intended for him to Rebecca may have disastrous effects.
The morning after she'd gone to check on Sasha and he'd been left to look into what he'd acquired from Zeta... Most of his Cyberware had been basic stuff, Subdermal armour, enhanced Interface, etc. He did have some Mk.3 Kiroshi's which he eagerly had the nanites start integrating. His targeting systems could be ignored since it was needed.
He seemed to heavily specialise in Netrunning however, he had a 'STEPHENSON TECH MK.3' Cyberdeck, which according to the net, was good at prolonged tasks, requiring less RAM to maintain a hack.
Zeta's seemed hyper focussed on subterfuge though, which was shown when he'd caused Rebecca's aiming software to malfunction without her ICE catching it... He wasn't entirely sure what to do with it, he knew next to nothing about hacking or Netrunning, and while he could get Sasha, Kiwi, or Lucy to coach him, he doubted it'd be worth it considering his easy access to said Netrunners.
He'd asked the nanites if they could do anything with it, and they did have some ideas. They'd create the Cyberdeck by using it solely for themselves, apparently, the chances of his body burning up when using it were too high to be useful.
His body temperature already ran significantly higher than the average person's due to the billions of nanites in his blood. Internal heat was one of the things the nanites found difficult to deal with, apparently cooling the blood via technology required too much energy to be sustainable, and sweating profusely or growing elephant ears wasn't really an option either.
He asked why they couldn't just heal the damage, and they'd explained in vivid detail what having his brain melt out of his ears would feel like. Because that was the potential temperature they were talking about... There was a reason Netrunners worked in highly specialised suits or ice baths.
So, the nanites integrated the Cyberdeck to enhance their own systems, comprehension, etc. This massively enhanced their processing power, allowing them to work through, alter, and create blueprints far faster than ever possible before.
His already huge resistance to external hacks also received a boost, as far as he was concerned, Netrunners needed to be wary of his security. A careless attack could put them out of commission instead.
Feeling happy enough with his new upgrades, he decides to head out and see how Sasha and Rebecca are doing, only to pause as something slips under his apartment door.
"A Shard?" he inwardly questions while calming himself at the fact it wasn't a bomb.
He checks outside but doesn't find the person who'd dropped it off, but a quick scan later reveals it... The Shard had been filled with information concerning Arasaka, specifically, the people who ordered the tunnel, or Casinha, to be cleared.
He was fairly certain his 'benefactor' who'd delivered him the NMN Injector was responsible, but their identity alluded him still. He'd asked Wakako about it, but she'd just smiled and changed the subject...
Kuba Yutaka, Director of Property and Project Development. The main fucker responsible, who's currently right now sitting in his cosy office in Arasaka tower all but untouchable by any means. Unless he wanted to go Silverhand holocaust on them he doubted he'd even get near him.
...
He needed to get in contact with his 'benefactor' if he could get this info and the Injector, he could find a way to get to Yutaka. For now, he'd have to settle with waiting for Wakako to call him in, he needed something to persuade her, be it saving her life or the lives of her subordinates.
Shaking his head, he stashes the shard somewhere safe and strides out, getting into his Mizutani to go see the Ripperdoc Sasha was at... Halfway there however he receives a text and lets out a long groan.
[Found something Pangolin, some 'close friends' of his think he's going to turn up at a fight club. Even the bookmakers know about it because he's apparently a Highroller.] - Rogue
[When?] - Ori
[Soon, an hour, maybe longer. This is fresh and I doubt we'll get another chance to jump him like this, from what I've seen he 'lets loose' a couple times a year.] - Rogue
...
[Gimme the detes, and if there's anyone you don't want dead by the end of today.] Ori shoots back, performing a U-turn and racing off towards the storage lot where he and Rebecca had been keeping their larger munitions.
[A Warehouse on Martin St Watson, close to your old 'home'. Place'll be filled with Maelstrom goons, and close enough to Totentanz that anything big'll be like kicking the hornet's nest. My advice? Go quiet.] - Rogue
[You're being awfully helpful today.] - Ori
[You are paying me, I'd rather not lose one of my best customers.] - Rogue
[Yeah that's an advertisement, 'Zombie' is the Queen of Fixer's best clients. Wonder how long'd be til your place is raided by Corpo's MaxTac, NCPD, and whoever else wants a piece of me.] - Ori
[Well, I'll know who to call if it happens...] - Rogue
[Aw, thanks. That really means a lot to me. Not.] - Ori
[Oh, did you think I meant you? You're mistaken.] - Rogue
[Bitch.] - Ori
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บท 197: Longshot
"Hehey! Pango, you made it!" Derek, a man with features sculpted to resemble an Ox greets, grabbing Pangolin's hand and shaking it vigorously. "How's the wife? Business been good?"
Pangolin, the towering yet thin man casually nods before readjusting his suit, "We can talk once I have a seat and a drink." he states, almost commandingly.
"Oh right! Come on, we got the VIP booth set up." he says, leading the map through the warehouse, past the large fenced-in area where the fighters would soon be, and to a raised cat-walk that'd been fitted with good quality seats which overlooked everything.
Pangolin drops into a chair and lights up a cigar, finally focusing on his companion, "My wife is none of your concern, business is normal, and I'm fine..." he ignores Derek's forced smile, "How are things on your end?"
"Filled out the entire warehouse and only needed to let Maelstrom keep a watch on things, aside from the usual 'protection tax'. You wanna know what fights we've got?"
Pangolin shakes his head, "Surprise me." he states before pausing, "Oh, and if anyone comes looking for me, deal with them. I've had an increase in people inquiring of things they shouldn't know."
"Got it," he gestures at the heavily armed and armoured Animal gangers nearby, "You need anything let these boys know, might not be all that bright but they can get most things done. Ain't that right?" he throws at them.
"Aye boss."
Relaxing, Pangolin lets out a sigh as people stream onto the premises. Some people stepped in from nearby bars, some were already fucked up on drugs, and some simply just wanted to watch the carnage.
An event like this wasn't like your usual fight club, instead, people could decide the stakes of their match... Til knockout, til forfeit, or to death. The latter option was only really allowed to people with grudges, adrenaline junkies, or psychopaths who got off on hurting people. Regardless, it made good entertainment, something Pangolin could actually enjoy.
Once the warehouse was chock-full of people, the events began. Some newbie boxer against an already established vet. The only reason they'd been put against one another is that the newbie had some Gorilla Fists, which apparently gave him a chance.
Pangolin personally thought otherwise, and so put a large bet against the newbie. Unsurprisingly, Cyberware or not, the vet kicked the crap out of his opponent. Dodging, ducking and weaving past the stiff attacks. That was the problem with relying solely on Cyberware and Chipware, if you didn't train and make your fighting style your own you become horribly predictable.
"Thoughts?" he asks one of the nearby Animals, "I hope Derek isn't thinking of recruiting that kid. He's not worth the chrome on his back."
"Eh, he said he'd consider it based on his performance, I think? Not anymore though." the other man shrugs.
The next fighters were more entertaining, experienced and less reliant on technology. Pangolin sips his drink and enjoys another cigar as the announcer shouts the next match... A deathmatch apparently, between an Animal and some Valentino, the latter having apparently slept with his opponent's fiance, which isn't surprising.
"Place a bet on-"
*Pew!*
*Splatter!*
Pangolin's head abruptly explodes, sending blood, bone, and grey matter splashing over the roaring crowd who just cheered in response as if someone important hadn't just died. Maelstrom and the Animals all burst into furious action, but no one could find the cause, even after searching most people in the building... It was only the morning later that they discovered the bullet hole in a nearby window near the roof...
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"What a letdown, making it so easy for me..."
Ori backs up from the edge of the building and cocks the sniper rifle, then tosses his cig away after confirming the death of his target. He wasn't in a rush to leave, as the chances of anyone looking up at the very top of the H10 Megabuilding were stupidly low, after all, almost no one could make the shot he just did.
Headshotting someone through a tiny window more than a thousand feet away wasn't easy no matter how much chrome you had. He'd come a long way from his roots... From being unable to fire a pistol to this.
The only real regret he had was the fact he couldn't harvest the guy's corpse... Or could he? Hm.
With that in mind, he packs up his shit and leaves, beginning to scope out the place in his car. The chaos he'd caused with the assassination had the Animals booking it outta Maelstrom turf, with Pangolin's corpse dumped into the back of a pickup truck.
It wasn't difficult to follow it, cut the back of the truck in half, and then drive away with the corpse. Once in safety, he plunges the Injector into the guy's body and harvests everything... Which as it turns out, isn't much he didn't already have.
The exceptions were his 'Wolvers' a surprise considering he'd been told the guy had Rippers, the nail-claw-things Sasha had. Wolvers took inspiration from that old comic book X-People or something, three very large blades protruding from the wrist, like a less advanced and more durable Mantis Blade.
They didn't really fit with his current configuration since they'd weaken his arms if he had them installed. Not to mention the fact his Monowire implants worked fine for now.
The other Cyberware was something he'd been contemplating buying outright since none of his 'harvests' had acquired it yet... A Militech standard issue Kerenzikov, an implant that drastically increased reaction times under duress.
Usually, it'd be situational augment due to the risk of burning out the user's nervous system, but for Ori that didn't really apply. It was almost laughable how easy it was for the nanites to overclock the Cyberware and turn it into a makeshift Sandevistan. While the effect wasn't quite as pronounced as the official device, he'd probably be able to properly see David now.
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