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➪ He gritted his teeth slightly at her stare. Not in anger at her but himself. His own idiocy. Suddenly tossing the body against the floor and stepping off giving Wisteria the chance.

“𝚆𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?"

➪ His tone coming off restrained.

“ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴠ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ. ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴏᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ."

➪ The reply was cut throat in its meaning. Taking her on this mission, letting her take lives. She was already becoming a mercenary. And that made him run cold for a sec.
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➪ His arm would lift and strike him in the nose. A burst of blood spilling out.

“𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?"

“No man! I’m just some regular ass dude, Just looking to make eddies like any other gonk out there!! Please, I-I don’t know anything!”

➪ V sighed.

“𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝."
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“𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

"𝚃𝚢𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

➪ He watched the explosive move.
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"𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔."

➪ Even if she might’ve ‘stolen’ the item. He did give her permission to grab what she wanted to he didn’t question seeing the explosive pressed into his mouth.

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,"

➪ He’d kneel down knuckles bracing beside the gang member.
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➪ V recovered slowly this time around, going through a wall, who knew it it could set someone on their ass. A hand pulls against the doorway, cupping at his lower rib cage with a soft groan.

➪ Approaching his crows side to softly lay a hand at her shoulder.

“𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝."
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➪ Another shot, it snapped away with pellets hitting it. Then, inside the room, lights flickered. A quick hack on his part which caused him to shoot once more.

➪ 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.

➪ No more ammo in the barrel. Time for the blade.

“𝚁𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎."

➪ The order of how things are about to go down. They're right at the doors edge. Both can hear the man trembling. Holding the shotgun with shaky hands.

➪ V had stated the order of events. He tosses his rifle past the door, ducking away.
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“𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌.."

➪ He knelt, grabbing at the edge of his boot and pulling out another throwing knife. He stands, clutching both rifle and knife in hand. Quietly, they both step closer to the doors edge.

➪ Easing the blade over his shoulder to pass it to her.
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➪ They could kill him but right now, eddies, money was a priority. Buying information on a pair of human sized wings wasn’t gonna be easy. Getting the help he needed to potentially deal with what’s going on his mind. Wasn’t going to be easy.

➪ Another shot pulls the door off the hinge.
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"Kill!?!”

➪ The door is suddenly shot into a decrepit self with the blast of a shotgun.

“Yeah you fucking wish gonk!”

➪ It’s a blessing they weren’t standing in front of the door. It once more being shredded by buckshot.

“𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎."
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➪ Screams from the other end of the door rang through the now deadened building. Below them, bodies lay still bleeding out. The stench of gunpowder and all. And the man maniacally shouting behind the door.

➪ But this was their mission, not his.

➪ His rifle glinted, aiming at the stairway and slowly closing the distance to the upper floor. A hand motioning her forward in silence.

“You think you’re real funny out there don’t you!? You think you’re gonna take me out? ILL FUCKING RUIN YOU.”
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➪ Walking and grabbing his rifle. Adept hands quickly work the magazine, reloading and racking the slide.

“𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢."

➪ He’s ready to get out of here just as much, honestly, if they had cameras, they probably could’ve snuck past all of it.
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➪ Just a few days ago she was bleeding out in his arms. Another contract gone bad, now? She was probably one of, if not the most important person he had left for his time on earth.

“𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑. 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑.. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

➪ He gave a small but playful scoff. His casual demeanor returning once more.
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➪ He hates to admit it. And it’s only dawned on him in this very moment. But he has a fear of loss. Losing her. He’d already lost Jackie. His choom and brother in arms. The man who’d practically saved him when he was beaten down by Night City.

➪ Now, he has her. Wisteria.
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➪ He softly presses it to her lips.

“𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚙. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎?"

➪ It’s expensive. Usually used whenever he’s taken more than a few bullets than he wants to. It’s nanotech working in seconds to fix whatever needed fixed while providing a quick acting painkiller.

➪ Unsure if it’s just the cyberware acting up or something to do with her doesn’t matter.
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➪ It made a chill go down his spine because he knows what he’s going through. Dying. And that scares him more than anything. He quickly stepped forward. An arm straining and digging into his pocket, pulling out an inhaler. Maxdoc 3.

“𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜."
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“𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜."

➪ He sided in agreement.

“𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙.."

➪ He swiped a few chunks of rubble off himself. For going through a wall he himself seemed relatively unharmed as well.

“𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎.."

➪ It’s going like his. Running like his does.
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“𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚝! 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛!"

➪ V would suddenly shout, the enemy twisting, head half carved away but still writhing with rage.

➪ Snapping it in two.

“𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜. 𝙻𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏."

➪ Both of them throw their arms up. Getting ready to punch and fight to the death. V’s mantis claws spring from his forearm with a red heated singeing glow.
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➪ In the time that wisteria fought and zero’d the few gangsters left. V had emptied an entire magazine of rounds into the thug. But that didn’t stop them. Chrome reinforced under skin to make headshots as such impossible.

➪ When V went to reload. The thug reached and snatched his weapon.
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➪ No weapon, and a hefty fucking meat head at that. The tank of a man barrels through V’s cover and tackles him back past the eye sight.

➪ The remaining two grunts continuing to lay fire into her position.

➪As if being electrocuted, he spasms in place and falls to the ground unconscious.

➪ V leaping over a few barrels and back into hiding. The final three split off. Two her way and one his. A jar heads to put it lightly.
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➪ Her request instantly taken into consideration, V slept forward from cover, more bullets ringing all throughout. Some even hit but with the jacket, there's a bullet proof layer to it. Not that it stops it from hurting any less.

➪ A quick hack sends the man into a stun.
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➪ Whether it'll hit. Where it will travel. And because it's a smart pistol, if done correctly. The bullets can curve around covers.”

S: I recommend.. firing back.

➪ The gun would chime back on full volume.

➪ Instant retreat into cover as everyone fires at his position while heading into cover.

➪ Wisteria on the other hand is now seeing something almost magical. Linking up skippy, the glasses she has on show a visor. Each and every possible shot she can take.
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➪ Hearing the faintest scraps of metal hitting the ground. One white flash quickly turned into nine. Shouts of disarray and confusion. The gang members damn near ready to shoot each other.

➪ V popped from the corner leaning out and firing.

𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴!!

➪ Two out of the seven fall.
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