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Chapter 16 - Chapter 16: Hunted Shadows

The motel room was claustrophobic, its peeling wallpaper and flickering lightbulb doing little to set the boy at ease. He perched on the edge of the creaky bed, his bag containing the NeuroLink enhancement resting against his foot. His mind was a storm, unraveling the layers of chaos he'd stumbled into.

The scavengers were just the start. Their tech, their security, and now this prototype—it all pointed to something larger.

He glanced at the drone, which hovered silently in the corner. Its presence was a comfort, though he knew he couldn't rely on it forever. The NeuroLink's secrets wouldn't stay hidden, and it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for him again.

I need a plan. I can't keep running.

His Technopathy buzzed faintly in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of the power he wielded but didn't fully understand. If he was going to survive in this city, he had to master it—and fast.

The streets outside were alive with the perpetual hum of Night City's chaos. Neon signs flickered, and the chatter of countless voices mingled with the distant wail of sirens. It was a city that never slept, a beast that thrived on the suffering and ambition of its inhabitants.

The boy stepped out into the night, his bag slung over his shoulder. He pulled up his hood, the fabric doing little to hide his stark white hair.

Blend in, keep your head down, he thought, his gaze darting from face to face.

The scavengers wouldn't be the only ones watching for him. The NeuroLink was worth a fortune, and that kind of money drew predators from every corner of the city.

He made his way to an abandoned cyber-clinic on the outskirts of the Watson district, a place he'd scoped out during one of his earlier scavenger raids. The clinic was a relic of a bygone era, its machinery rusted and its walls tagged with graffiti.

Inside, he found what he was looking for: an old diagnostics rig. The machine hummed weakly as he powered it up, its screen flickering to life.

Let's see what you're hiding, he thought, pulling the NeuroLink from his bag.

His Technopathy surged as he connected to the device, his mind diving into its encrypted systems. The NeuroLink resisted, its defenses unlike anything he'd encountered before.

The boy gritted his teeth, pushing harder. His consciousness slipped into the device's network, navigating through layers of code and security protocols.

Fragments of data began to surface:

A schematic of the device's internal structure, its components labeled with obscure corporate markings.A log of test subjects, their names redacted but their physical and mental statuses recorded in excruciating detail.A single word repeated throughout the files: "Ascension."

What the hell is this? he thought, his stomach churning at the implications.

The NeuroLink wasn't just a tool—it was a weapon, designed to augment the mind in ways that defied the limits of human and cybernetic capability. But its testing had come at a cost, as evidenced by the grim notes in the logs.

A sharp jolt snapped him back to reality. The NeuroLink's defenses had retaliated, sending a surge of feedback through his Technopathy. The boy gasped, clutching his head as pain lanced through his skull.

The diagnostics rig sparked and died, the room plunging into darkness.

"Damn it," he muttered, his breath ragged. He hadn't learned enough.

He slumped against the wall, the NeuroLink still clutched in his hand. Its secrets were dangerous, and now they were his burden to bear.

The drone's sensors pinged suddenly, alerting him to movement outside the clinic. The boy froze, his Technopathy extending to the building's rudimentary surveillance system.

Two figures were approaching, their cyberware glinting under the streetlights.

They're not scavengers, he realized. Their gear was too polished, their movements too precise.

Mercenaries.

The boy scrambled to his feet, his mind racing. He needed to move, but the clinic's exits were limited. He scanned the room, his gaze falling on a ventilation shaft near the ceiling.

It'll have to do.

The mercenaries entered the clinic, their boots echoing on the tiled floor.

"Split up," one of them ordered, his voice low and commanding. "The kid's here somewhere."

The boy crawled through the narrow shaft, his bag awkwardly slung over his shoulder. He could hear the mercenaries below, their footsteps methodical as they searched the room.

He reached the end of the shaft and dropped into an adjacent alley, landing with a muffled thud. The drone hovered close, its sensors scanning for additional threats.

The boy didn't stop moving. He darted through the alleys, his Technopathy blinding cameras and scrambling security drones as he passed.

The city's underbelly was a labyrinth, but he navigated it with practiced ease. Every turn brought him further from the mercenaries, but he knew they wouldn't give up so easily.

Finally, he ducked into an abandoned warehouse, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The drone floated silently beside him, its lens trained on the darkened room.

The boy slumped against the wall, exhaustion weighing heavily on him. The NeuroLink felt like a lead weight in his bag, its secrets an unbearable burden.

I can't keep running, he thought, his mind racing. I need to strike back.

But how? The mercenaries were just pawns in a larger game. The scavengers, the buyers, even the corporations—they were all connected, threads in a web he barely understood.

He reached out with his Technopathy, searching for any information that could give him an edge.

The city's networks buzzed with activity, fragments of data and whispers of deals passing through the digital ether.

And then he found it: a name.

Elysium Technologies.

The corporation wasn't one of the giants like Arasaka or Militech, but it had a reputation for cutting-edge research and questionable ethics.

They're the ones behind the NeuroLink, he realized.

The boy's resolve hardened. Elysium might have created the NeuroLink, but they weren't untouchable. If he could dig deeper into their operations, he might find a way to turn the tables.

He pushed himself to his feet, his exhaustion replaced by a simmering determination.

The road ahead was treacherous, but he wasn't alone. He had his Technopathy, his wits, and a growing understanding of the city's shadows.

And most importantly, he had the NeuroLink—a key to unlocking the power he needed to survive.

Night City wants to bury me, he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. But I'm not going down without a fight.