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"A closed, dark room... looks like a basement," V said, immersed in the braindance, narrating as he moved through the experience.
"She's being pulled by a guy. She's tense. Scared. Mind's a mess."
"I can't see clearly... two, maybe three people. They look nasty."
Judy, wearing her editor gloves, stood beside him adjusting the feed. "Edit mode's ready. You can look around."
V stayed silent for a beat, scanning the scene. "Scavs. No doubt. Nobody else has a taste this fucked up."
Scavs.
Roqi's expression soured.
Those organ-ripping psychos were infamous in Night City. But he hadn't expected Evelyn to be dragged into one of their BDs. Didn't match their usual brand of butchery.
Unless... that was the BD.
Her odds of surviving? Basically zero. And judging from this, maybe worse than that.
"Pizza slice. Looks fresh," V muttered, spotting a slice on a cabinet. "Cheap stuff. One Euro Slice. Anchovy, tuna, olives."
"Radio's cranked up. Probably to muffle the screams," he added, tuning into the ambient noise. "Screaming coming through the vents. Like... slaughterhouse level. Yeah. It's the scavs."
"Shit..." Judy exhaled slowly.
"They throw her onto a chair. She tries to run. Gets punched."
"That's enough," Judy interrupted, then hesitated. "No... say everything. Every detail might matter."
"Coveralls hanging on the rack. Logo: Electric Corporation."
V kept digging through the recording.
"Plain box on the floor. Branding from Decker, Rogers & Tanaka."
Everyone in the van recognized the name. Back-alley supplier. Shoddy gear. Questionable power cells. Basically, mobile bombs.
"Two guards. Man and woman. No visible tags. Can't believe these meat puppets are making black BDs now," V snorted. "Synthetic coffee. Cold. Garbage. Same brand as the pizza."
"So... cold coffee, fresh pizza?" Judy asked, thrown off by V's focus.
"Means someone's picking up from One Euro Slice regularly. Not for taste. Their food tastes like damp cardboard."
"So... they're close?" Roqi asked over comms.
"Exactly. We're looking for an Electric Corporation facility near a One Euro Slice."
"EC's got a big site in Charter Hill..." Judy pulled up the city grid. "There it is. Old EC plant."
"That's all we're getting," V said as the BD dissolved in a flash of white.
News crackled on the radio—a piece on the Fourth Corporate War. Bio-weapons dropped on Busan. Entire city wiped. Now a ghost town, haunted by rogue AIs.
"We need to move," V said, yanking off the BD headset.
Judy nodded and started the van.
Neon spilled through the windows as they sped into the night.
Silence filled the vehicle. No one wanted to talk.
"I can't stop thinking about that BD... the Skull Moth one," V murmured after a while. "If that was all real..."
"Don't," Judy snapped, keeping her eyes on the road. "Only an idiot would use someone like her for that shit."
The radio kept talking. Busan. Dead people. Dead net. AIs roaming like ghosts. Arasaka and Militech pointing fingers. NUSA saying nothing.
No one gave a damn.
"Evelyn was gifted. And modded like hell. Not your average doll," Judy said, her voice low.
She wasn't wrong. Evelyn was high-end. A premium build.
But even the priciest toys get trashed eventually.
The van cruised along the coast, just west of Japantown. Across the bay, corporate towers cut the sky like glass mountains.
Night City sparkled. Beautiful. Brutal.
They passed into Vista Del Rey, then through Santo Domingo. Concrete overpasses from decades past loomed overhead. Petrochem towers rose like steel lungs, pumping gray haze into the streets.
Construction everywhere. Buildings torn down overnight to make room for new ones by morning.
Santo Domingo wasn't lawless like the Badlands, but it was volatile. Half-built shells used as hideouts. Sixth Street bunkers. Arasaka and Petrochem deployed corp troops to guard their turf.
Fences. Cameras. Gun turrets. An industrial war zone.
A few gangers loitered near the road. Machines clanked in the distance.
"We're here," Judy said, parking in the shadows.
"We going in?" V asked, gesturing to the others.
"You find a way in. I'll stay back, scan the subnet, and see if I can pull building schematics. Call me if anything pops."
They synced into the shared channel.
Cue Johnny Silverhand.
[Midnight factory raid? Time to drop some bombs and make it cinematic.]
[Yeah? I'll strap a PDA to an RC car and you go in first.]
Roqi, Mower, and Jack slipped out. V followed.
[If I die, remember me with fireworks.]
"Focus," V muttered, locking and loading.
They approached the EC plant. Wind swept the empty street.
A huge neon sign read "ELECTRIC CORPORATION" like they were begging to get robbed.
"Security fencing, coils, guards out the ass. Por favor, might as well flash a target sign," Jack muttered.
"Cameras," Roqi said, tapping V's shoulder and pointing through the fence. Two scavs, just beyond.
V climbed a rusted car. Metal groaned underfoot.
"Eleven cameras. Four guards out front."
His eyes flashed blue. One by one, the cameras shut down.
"Surveillance is down. Let's move."
V unlocked a side door. They slipped inside.
Voices floated in on the wind.
"The shipment done?"
"Mostly."
"Mostly?! Move your ass!"
"I'm on break!"
"Five years of chrome and this is what I get? Get to work!"
"Four days of hauling crates. Fuck this!"
They sounded like they were about to brawl.
Roqi smirked. "Hope they throw hands."
The argument fizzled. One of them stormed off, lit a smoke by the gate.
Roqi nudged Mower, pointed. Finger-gun to the temple.
Pfft!
Scav dropped with zero sound.
Roqi flashed a triple-six gesture. Clean.
The others moved. When two scavs crossed paths at the gate, V, Jack, and Mower took them out in sync.
"What was that?!"
A voice from above. Roqi looked up—second floor balcony. Another scav.
"Shit!"
Instinct took over. Roqi flung his katana.
Thunk.
The blade buried itself in the scav's skull. He crumpled backward.
"What's happening?!" Judy asked over comms.
"Minor hiccup," Roqi muttered, climbing to the second floor.
TV. Fridge. Humming generator. Laptop still open.
Blood sprayed across the floor.
This guy was the lookout.
Roqi opened the laptop and scanned the emails.
[From: Ivan Medvedev
To: SlavLife
That dealer in Jig-Jig's dead. Product scattered. Not a robbery. Someone's onto us.]
[From: SlavLife
To: Ivan Medvedev
Means our product's top-tier. If they wanna play rough, let 'em. Jig-Jig business stays open. Find a new seller.]
[From: Ivan Medvedev
To: SlavLife
Got someone. Doubling the guards.]
"This is it. The scavs are running their XBDs from here," Roqi reported.
Below, V and Jack dragged the bodies into the shadows. The blood was harder to hide.
"You sure?" Judy asked.
"Even if it wasn't shot here, this place is neck-deep in it. Too many leads to ignore."
"I'm coming."
Pfft!
Another scav down. Silent.
Scavs were sloppy. Too used to being the predators.
Tonight, they were prey.
"Got the blueprints. Be there soon," Judy confirmed.
"Main entrance. Area's clear," Roqi replied.
He stood above, wiping his blade with a rag.
Mower, V, and Jack joined him, cloaked by shadows.
The factory below was a mess of crates, junk, and secrets.
Was Evelyn... really here?
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🤖 My Girlfriend's a Cyberpsycho—Who Knew?
📢 Cyberpunk Alert! 📢
Loving My Girlfriend's a Cyberpsycho—Who Knew? 💘🤖You can read more chapters in advance exclusively on Patreon! 💥🧠
Join the ride through Night City and stay ahead with early access! 🌆🔫
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