*6 Months later*
(V's POV)
Got a bone thrown from Wakako today, easy job picking off some scavs and extracting the client. Apparently this lady Sandra Dorsett is some chick with Trauma Team platinum and an extra dose of paranoia. Good thing she had it though cause it led her to arrange a sort of standing gig with Wakako. Should she be kidnapped by scavs who jam her biomon, Wakako would send a couple mercs vis a vis Jackie and I to get her off their harvesting tables.
"You ready choom?" Jackie asks. We've been good friends since I had to ghost from Maxtac. Lived with him and his mom for a bit before I made enough scratch to get a decent apartment in a mega building. Nobody I trust with my back more.
"Chick we're looking for is somewhere in this building. Probably crawling with scavs." Jackie continues. We exit the car and I turn to my partner. "Scavs are like parasites, just feeding off the city. Even back at Maxtac, when we were off duty, any scavs who popped up on our scanners were kill on sights. More pests than human." I say.
We move on over to the elevator. T-Bug, our netrunner hacking in to get us to the apartment fixer said the bastards are holed up in.
"Thanks T-Bug. Preem work as always." Jackie compliments our crew's ice queen on holo-call. "Focus on the job Jackie. Biomons been off a few days. Really don't think we're gonna get paid for this rescue if I'm being honest." T-Bug responds, ever the skeptic.
"Nah bug. Scavs tend to process their catches slow. If they've been busy, they're probably stripping some other poor souls of their chrome. It's all about demand with them and until they find a buyer for whatever a Trauma Team Platinum member might be packing, they'll be keeping her on ice. You know, to not 'compromise the merchandise'." I add. Fucking leeches.
By now we've reached the apartment the scavs are in. Probably either abandoned or taken from someone they've gutted. T-Bug cracks open the door as we start our sweep. We start in the kitchen but quickly make our way to the next room where the chatter we got is confirmed. Body on the table screams scavs, that or the worst ripper in NC lives here. "That her?" Jackie asks. "Nah." I reply. "Chrome is too cheap. Client should be further in."
I approach the next door, but Jackie stops me. "Mira, V. Pendejo ahead. Take him down quiet."
Scav's neck is snapped before he knows what hit him. Shoved in a freezer. A little karmic justice in Night City. Proceeding to the next room, there's little more than 5 or so scavs but stealth is still our best opt-
*KRISHH*
Stepped on an empty beer bottle. Of all the gonk things.
Next moment and bullets are flying. Fortunately we still had the element of surprise, dropping the bastards in front of us before they can find cover. Jackie slams into one of them and shoves him against a wall while I make sure to cover his back using a small pistol I bring along for missions like these. Ammo for my RIOT (Remotely Integrated Optics Turret) is pretty heavy so I didn't bring it for this job. Just a scav haunt after all. "Jackie! Machine gun! Hit the deck!" The leader of the scavs, evident by his larger stature and comparatively less trashy trench coat opens fire on us with a heavy machine gun, ripping through the buildings cheap walls and even his last remaining minion as Jackie and I take cover behind some sturdier pillars.
I give Jackie a signal, two hooked fingers, to tell him I'm tossing a flashbang without warning our heavy set attacker. Pin pulled, grenade tossed and it's time to open fire. The leader goes down quick, disoriented by the flashbang.
"Fuck man. Sorry. I know they don't have any sense of fucking decency, but they could afford to not leave empty bottle all over the place." I chastise myself over my rookie mistake.
"Now where the hell is the client?"