The man struggles to speak as he visibly tries to muster the strength to move.
"D-dammit, I owe J-jackie five ed-dies. Th-the Devil is real."
"Close enough where you are concerned dead boy, now unless you want to be even more similar to your new nickname, do you have a ripper you prefer to see about your head wound?" I said with a smirk.
"V-viktor...behind, Misty's..esoterica." He mumbled out before going unconscious. Hmm, at least he managed to spit the name out before going under.
I gently picked the man up and placed him inside the fatman's car before getting behind the wheel. A few seconds later and the car was rushing back towards the city.
A single stop at a information terminal for directions and soon enough I was entering a store that was giving me those old fake fortune teller vibes while carrying an unconscious man. There was a woman at the counter who I presumed to be Misty.
"Hello Misty, is the doctor in?~" I asked as the woman jolted to attention, her eyes wide at my appearance before she looked at the guy I was carrying.
"Oh my god V! What happened to him?" She said rushing over to inspect the now named V. My mental impression on the woman increased as she ignored me to worry over her friend. A corpo friend with a owner of a run down fortune telling shop? Was I wrong about his status? Misty saw the state V was in and quickly looked up at me before rushing towards the back of her shop.
"Quick follow me Viktor will be able to help." Following behind her I saw that there was a backdoor that led to an alleyway and that across the space was a set of stairs that led downward. Going down I found a large workshop like space filled with parts and a man watching a boxing match on a tv. So this is Viktor then.
"Viktor help! V is hurt bad!" Misty said in rush dragging the man off his chair towards me.
"Whoa hold on Misty what's this about- WOAH! Who the hell did your body mod work! That's not good for my poor heart." Viktor exclaimed clutching his heart as he finally caught sight of me.
I stayed silent and just simply grinned wider. This was fun.
Seeing a recliner table in the middle of the room I proceeded to drop V onto it.
"You better work quickly doctor~ Dead Boy here was shot in the head~ Now when Dead Boy is back up and running let him know that I'll be back to collect his debt~" I said skipping out of the room the fancy red coat I had taken from the car swishing side to side behind me.
"Wait, who are you?" Viktor asked wary of me.
I took a moment to think on that question. I was going to need a Title for my reputation after all. Something serious and frightening. Thinking back on my appearance and the tone my voice seemed to make when emotionally charged a name came to me like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Me? Why I am the Radio Demon silly boy and poor little V there has made a deal with The Devil and I intend to collect~" I said without moving my mouth as it twisted into a large inhuman jagged grin with the voice becoming a static mess before proceeding to disappear in the blink of an eye with a combination of speed and sleight of hand distracting them for a bit and making them blink, causing them to lose focus on me just enough to disappear without a trace.
I quickly found myself back at the junkyard hard at work again cleaning out the pests and breaking down the junk. V was going to be useless for weeks once he was out of danger and done with his surgery. I would normally say months, but the medicines I saw in that clinic looked decent enough to cut down on his recovery time so it should just be weeks instead.
However, I was going to need more than him if I wanted to take down two world spanning corporations. I was going to need a army, I was going to need funds, I was going to need power. I needed more of my skills back, so that meant back to the grind. I had recovered 7 more skills of the 3 star prestige level, so there should be 3 more skills before I reach the 4 star skills and my recovery rate will slow down even more. The fact that I could recover so fast from just killing pests was a miracle, thank unchecked corporate interests ruining the world and polluting the crap out of it.
At that point I would need to either find a much more denser source of pests, or start killing other people as well. The former was going to be much much harder than the latter. Sigh, at least I had my Stealth skill back so I could keep the attention off me longer. After spending the next hour considering my options I decided on my course of action.
I would start hunting down gang members and criminals. Also I would start building up my connections with the local Underworld society. The fixers and edge runners. The Info brokers and mercenaries of Night City. However, in order to get into the scene I would either have to be a mercenary or be an info broker. Being a mercenary would attract far too much attention for my liking at this point in time, so that left being a Fixer. That meant I needed a info network and that meant I needed a system of informants of some sort. I could not trust people, did not have the amount of money to guarantee their loyalty and I still had not gotten back my Observe skill. Therefore, I would need to go with technology. Taking some time to brainstorm I came up with a solution.
Radios. Well to be more exact old time looking radio shells with advanced vox systems inside. No one else used vox tech so there should be no one to detect their transmissions. Plus the programming would be advanced enough for them not to be able to crack the transmissions even if they did find them. I would deposit them around the city in hard to reach and out of the way places and let their auspex systems collect information for me. I would need to create a few servitors to process all the data for me so that meant making a hidden room for them. Luckily, I was in the junkyard where nobody would be around to look, so all I had to do was dig, build, and convert a few bodies into servitors then spend a few nights manually making everything I needed.
Right, I got a plan, I got the resources, I got the location, and I got the time. Time to get to work and make my Demon Radio Network.