Chương 91: Mystery Box...
Ori nods at himself in the mirror and grabs a towel, drying his messy hair while turning to get his clothes... Only to pause as Bats open the door, the Ripperdoc's eyes widening as he looks him over, "Kid, you hulked out!?"
"Can I get dressed? Or did I turn you gay?" Ori asks as Bats continues examining him.
"Ah-, right!"
*Clack!*
...
He sighs and throws on his clothes, Rebecca had been the only one to know how much he'd improved. She was the only person lately to see him naked, of course he just played it off as some Cyberware. As much as he wanted to, keeping the secret of the nanites limited to as few people as possible was the best thing to do.
He cracks his back one last time and steps out, he had a gig arranged today, a simple delivery... Normally you'd only need an average solo for it, but the delivery sight was deep in Maelstrom territory, and the cargo itself was something expensive.
The Ripperdoc who'd commissioned them would obviously install security locks to prevent Ori and his crew from trying to clep it. Not that they would, their rep was the line and the client's shit going missing would ruin their cred.
He grabs his equipment and gets into his piece of shit car... "Yeah, probably need to think about getting a new one... Or stealing another... That works too."
[Group Chat Created: Ori, Rebecca, Six, Sasha]
[Yo, meet at Dr Chrome's shop for the gig. Bring your shit, we going Maelstrom turf. u guys remember what happened last time...] - Ori
[K] - Six
[Got it] - Rebecca
[Wait, what happened last time!?] - Sasha
[Nunya happened] - Rebecca
[Nunya?] - Sasha
[Nunya fucking business! Ha! Gottem!] - Rebecca
[...] - Six
[I think I hate you.] - Sasha
Ori turns off his comm and starts his car, wondering if Rebecca and Sasha would ever drop whatever shit they had going... They'd be 'almost' fine when they first started taking jobs, but not long after that, they'd started bickering... Well, mostly Rebecca, but you get the point.
Still, at least he had Six keeping the peace, without him he might've been forced to put his foot down, putting him in the dog's house where Rebecca was concerned...
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Ori parks his car and makes his way to Dr Chromes' shop, waiting outside for the others to arrive. Six is the first, walking over and taking the fist bump Ori sends him. "Sup Six, how're things? You looked like something was on your mind after we finished that last job."
Six shrugs, "Still have doubts about our new teammate."
"How'd you mean? Sasha's been great so far... At least I thought so?"
"Don't know, something just doesn't feel right about it." he shakes his head, "It's probably nothing."
Sasha arrives next, hopping off of her motorbike and locking her helmet to the handlebars. "Ah, I figured I'd beat you guys here... Especially you Ori, no offence but your ride sucks..."
"Yeah, I know..." he glances at Six, "How'd you get here so fast anyway?"
"Walked. I was in the area."
"Yo-yo-yo bitches!" Rebecca exclaims as she struts over, a repainted neon green Guts and some other rifle hanging from her shoulders. "Wait long?" she asks, hopping up and planting a kiss on Ori's cheek before throwing a glance at Sasha, waving her hand at her, "You probably shouldn't have bothered though."
Sasha just lets out a sigh, which is mirrored by Six, "What's that suppose' to mean?"
"Mean we won't need a techie to do this one, it's just a delivery right?" she questions, looking to Ori.
Ori just rubs the bridge of his nose, "She's not only a Netrunner you know, I invited her because she's flexible."
"Yeah, I bet she could do that cat thing, y'know, licking her own-"
"You know what I mean!... Now, stop stirring shit and let's get on with this. We'll probably need her help anyway with where we're going." he states, stepping into Dr Chrome's shop.
"Hey, Ori right? Know you through Bats, here to pick up the order?" the tall, uniquely normal-looking Ripperdoc says as they walk in.
"Yeah, got any info on it before we take it out? Better knowing what we're handling..." Ori asks.
Dr Chrome thins his lips, "Nah, not for you at least. Just take it where it needs to go and we'll be smooth." he walks over to the back and wheels over a sack truck trolly with a large, metal container sitting on it.
"Huh, that's bigger than I thought it'd be..." Ori mutters.
The Ripperdoc just shrugs, "The thing itself is small, just all the cushioning and shit it needs makes it this size. That gonna be a problem...?"
Ori shakes his head and picks it up like the two-hundred KG box weighed nothing. "We got it. Contact you when we've dropped it off." he states, shuffling out of the store.
"You bring a car 'Becca? I don't trust mine to hold up with all of us and this thing in the back..."
"Nah... Got a cab..."
He sighs, "Well it's not gonna fit on Sasha's bike either. Guess we're trusting my scrap pile not to die on us. I don't want us to be the first merc crew to fail a gig because their car died..."
"That would be embarrassing..." Sasha admits.
"No kidding!? My bro would never let me hear the end of it!" Rebecca exclaims at the thought of Pilar having something over her. She's heard about his threats to Ori and beat the snot out of him, so giving him any kind of validation was the last thing she wanted to do.
Ori drops the crate in the back of his car as its suspension cries out from the sudden weight. "Get in, let's just hope we don't need to make another getaway or we'll be truly fucked."
"Shotgun!" Rebecca calls, hopping in the passenger seat.
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"Sooo... Anyone wanna take a peek?" Rebecca 'casually' asks the group, obviously referring to the crate they were delivering.
"No. It'll have verification chips and whatever else they decided to add on, we open it and they'll call us on it." Sasha argues.
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