Private message me and I'll send you the full story:
patreon.com/FanFictionPremium.
---
- What the fuck have you done to yourself?!
- I said...
I sighed sadly and looked at the whip hanging arm and leg lying on the chair... both limbs could be rolled into a roll if you wanted to, except that the synthetic muscles wouldn't allow the rolls to be thin enough.
- ...One hundred per cent Sandi...
I looked at Kiwi, who had come to me because she wasn't very good with technology. And in her look at me I could see her anxiety. She was obviously very worried. It's nice, but embarrassing.
- Okay, well, can you please make sure this place is disabled... it seems like it can be done from the main access point, especially when you know the password.
- Just a second.
Kiwi grabbed the back of the chair, which was on wheels, and pulled me away from the table where the massive computer that was the access point was standing.
- So... yeah, all systems are down, you can call whoever you want and communicate without call signs, especially since Mystique saw you anyway... so... so...
- Okay, she saw you, but you clean up the data while I contact our fixer.
- Roger that.
And just as Kiwi was getting back to work, I dialled Regina.
- I'm listening.
- Listen, listen, I'm out of commission for how long I don't know, but I don't think it's less than a month. I guess the order's probably fulfilled, though.
- Probably?
- Well, we've got the farm under control, if there's any solos you can send to pick up the teens, good, if you send your buddy with the other cops and Trauma, that'd be perfect, because the teens have been kept here....
I jerked my healthy shoulder, glad that my injectors had painkillers in them, and that they stopped bleeding. I certainly wouldn't have been able to feel so calm without it. At least any movement would cause pain.
- Also...
- Yeah?
- I've been cutting Mystique.
- You--
- Shh, she's still alive and will be for a couple of hours, though she says I hacked her heart out and she can only lie down now. Anyway, if you need a solo of THAT level, it's about time you sent a VERY trusted person who can ensure her survival... well, or at the very least offer her a contract for high-end treatment in Trauma....
- Um.
- Tihonya, you're talking to someone and I couldn't reach you on the comms channel, we found our target... alive, but definitely not healthy... and we need Trauma (from the author: I know that in the canonical world the company is called Trauma Team, but I still find it more convenient to write Trauma) urgently, because everyone who is alive can drop out any minute....
I nodded at the words of Judy, who came over to break the news, then handed it over to Regina.
- Got it... You'll have the trauma in five minutes, I'll take care of it... the customer and the cops... well, they'll be a little late so you can get out of here. Oh, and Mystique should be picked up, solos at that level are really hard to come by and if I help her now, she might be willing to do a few jobs for me....
- Yeah... all decided, all agreed... and now I have to go, I think my reaper will be very unhappy with my condition as it is....
- You get better... solos like you are not on the road either... a lot of people would have just sent me away when they realised what kind of shit they were getting into....
- Let's put it this way... I would have sent you away too... if I worked for you less, but firstly, our relationship doesn't allow me to treat your requests so superficially... secondly, I just made a mistake....
- Mistake?
- Yeah... just like the other time with... well, the second fixer I occasionally work for. You remember, I gave her a price tag that I thought she wouldn't pay, not because she didn't have the money, but because it wasn't worth it....
I shook my head.
- ...So here too, based on the characterisation of the customer you gave me...to be honest, I expected him to just send me away with such requests. No, I'm sure it's nice to get paid for a job like that, but I was counting on him sending me away...
- Really?
- Yes... of course, I'm a responsible guy and having voiced the price tag began to prepare to fulfil the order, as the probability of agreement was still present, but I was counting on the fact that he would refuse, I shrug my shoulders, complain to my colleagues that the customer does not want to pay... and we turned around and went home....
I sighed.
- ...but as you can see, I miscalculated. Despite the obviously very high price, the customer went against his own, broke all your characteristic and agreed to my price. After that, if I refused to work, I would have lost my reputation.
- I see... but something tells me that you're lying to me, you weren't against the job at all... It's not in your character to leave people in trouble like that... Not that you often show altruism or get into fights, but your hatred for rubbish collectors and your willingness to work against them for a penny, speak for themselves. You don't even work against the Animals with such zeal, and you have personal accounts with them....
I almost didn't ask what kind of scores, but when I opened my mouth, I remembered. Gloria... this body's mother... well, I was beginning to forget where my journey in this world began.
- Well, I wouldn't work for free anyway.
- Ok, over and out, get well and yes, I'll tell the other fixer that you're temporarily out of commission, I wanted to meet her today anyway and have a couple of drinks... and yes, if possible, give Mystique my contacts, if she's interested in my help, it would be better if she calls me....
- Yep... out...
- Good girl, we wait for Trauma, then when they're all picked up, we delta. The employer will sort it all out, except wipe up my blood, so that there won't be any extra clues to us, although there are enough of them already....
I sighed.
- ...well, don't, there will be questions for us anyway, and we won't clean up all the traces of our presence here, so only unnecessary questions about why we tried to do it will appear... just enough to clean up the cameras, so that our capabilities won't be identified.
I looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.
- Okay... I take it you've decided to make yourself known?
- It's not that I've decided to make myself known... everyone who cares about us knows about us, and Mystique made it clear that she'd heard of me when I called myself Tychonia... so... I just decided not to focus so much attention on hiding our identities, only hiding our abilities.
- I see...
Soon ten avis arrived at once, the Zetotech atlases that Trauma likes to use so much, from which armed men in Trauma's armour and the doctors themselves immediately jumped out.
I watched it all from outside, still in the same chair.
- Hey.
I got your attention.
- ...your patients are in there...my partners are disconnecting the teenagers from the systems that gave them the chemo, but not all of them, just the ones that won't die from it...some of them will need your help to disconnect.
- And you...
The muzzle of a bulky shotgun pointed in my direction.
- I'm quiet.
- I see... do you need help?
- Nah... I'm fine... I'll turn in the teenagers to you and go to my ripper, he'll get me back on my feet.
- Well, look.
And the work began.
How long did that take? Well, all the shutdowns, loading, plus calling in extra avi's, including Mystique, took about thirty minutes. After which we finally loaded into the Cake and headed to Vic's place....
And the first words I heard from Vic were....
- What the fuck did you do?!
- I ran into Legend....
I grinned sadly, and Misty, who saw my condition when the girls helped me to jump, as I refused to go to one of them on my arms, to Victor's clinic, aghast and pressed her hands to her mouth.
- With the legend?
- Mystic...
- Ahem...
- And yes, Vic?
- Listening to you...
Victor glared at me glumly before finally activating his devices.
- You know a lot of people, I hope you can help me... I need to get pumped up....
- I thought you didn't want to become a Borg...
Vic sounded disappointed.
- I don't want to, and Mystique, when we talked a bit after the fight, didn't advise it... she told me that she regretted that she had ever decided to do such a thing....
- So what kind of training do you need?
- Skills.
I sighed.
- ...I'll contact Regina, I'll hire specialists for myself and the girls to improve their skills, but something tells me that you can tell me something about fighting.
- I can.
Vic grinned, and there was warmth and respect in his gaze.
- ...but first I'll need to get you back on your feet and your arm in order.
I'm met with a scrutinising gaze.
- What do you prefer? Temporary chromium that will be gradually replaced or temporary limblessness?
- Vic, of course temporary chrome, without limbs I will not see work....
And seeing him frown a little, I continue.
- And if I get a replacement, I'll at least work as a technician and armourer. And I should not only earn money myself, but also find a decent job for girls, so that they do not run away from me because of temporary incapacity in terms of combat missions with good earnings.
- I won't run away...
Becca shook her head.
- Neither am I.
Lucy put her hand on my shoulder.
- 'Well, Judy and I, I don't think we need to talk about. We're with you till the end.
- Well...
Kiwi looked away slightly.
- ...I've got some money to spare, so I can wait a couple of months, especially if you can find me some jobs that aren't as lucrative, but are still profitable.
I smiled gratefully at them all.
- Thank you, girls.
- So the replacement...
Vic nodded his head.
- ...easier, harder?
- Why overpay? We can do a banal civilian version, as long as the response is good.
Vic nodded his head.
- Good... then we'll put some of the tried and tested.....
And the work began... of course Vic didn't knock me out, he injected me with anaesthetic and started working.
When he had already completely removed all that I had left from the damaged leg and prepared to install the chrome, which was to replace it temporarily in his clinic entered a girl familiar to me.
- Hey, Vic, hi...
Vic didn't even look back at her.
- Hi V...
- Fuck...
She stared at me in shock.
- ...what happened to you, Davy?
- A run-in with the big leagues ...
I sighed.
- Just the kind I warned you about... unplanned... on a mission, ran into a Legend who completely ignored me for a while and when I had already believed I had gone unnoticed.....
I ran my healthy hand along my body.
- ...The result of the collision you can see...
- How did you survive?
- Lucky... had a trump card up my sleeve, managed to surprise her VERY badly, so we separated for a slight advantage on my side.
- A slight advantage?
- Well.
I shrugged a healthy shoulder.
- ...I've done my job, so to my advantage.
- So how do you--
Vee looked at my partners with interest and innuendo.
- ...I suppose they're free to do a little work with us for DeShawn?
- Pass...
That word was uttered by all my girls almost in sync, much to Vee's surprise.
- So...okay, Vic, how long are you going to be busy for?
- About an hour.
- Okay, well, I'll come back in an hour.
Vee turned on her low heels and left Victor's clinic, while I wondered what I should do next. No, I'm not going to give up my solo life yet, and as I told Vic I'd like to do some technical orders in the near future... but the reward from Rivera will have to be dealt with soon... and it looks like I'll have to involve Aldecaldo in it, because I'll refrain from active combat actions for now....