His angry expression changed for something way softer.

"You... you knew my mom?" He asked, leaning forward with very attentive ears.

Chicago keeping art alive:

city. Least you could do is zip me those eddies and get lost."

Maybe the jacket really was still a sensitive topic.

𝘛𝘤𝘩...

It wasn't really a sensitive topic. Not anymore. It was just a reminder to him that people only look out for Number One in Night City. Everybody thinks they're Number One, and everyone else gets pushed aside.

"Martinez.. gonna let me go now? Stopped that psycho from flatlining the entire

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Dropping his weapons involuntarily, David gripped his wrist and gave it a shake. Then he looked up at the... cop? Whoever the hell they were, they were bad news.

"Does it matter? Doubt that'll help ya decide!" He spoke with a defiant tone.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧-

The merc fumbled with his gun for a moment. One second he was staring at the ground. The next, at someone's legs while they scolded him. 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬.

"Wha- Why the hell would you arrest me?! I didn't do nothin!"

Now he stood confident. Weapon in hand, ready to jet at a moments notice.

He opened the door with a big smile, almost too big for the things he's seen.

Didn't matter though.

It vanished soon after the door was opened and the guest was seen. His dead mother, the one who gave everything up for him until the end, was standing before him; smiling.

"...what is this..?"

Joy, laughter, happiness—emotions he thought he'd abandon after that night, he found again. He found them through the crew that he ended up being a part of.

"Ah- one sec, choom! Somebody's at the door." His muffled voice echoed through the apartment as he ended the call.

*𝙋𝙊𝙒* One shot fired.
*𝙋𝙊𝙒, 𝙋𝙊𝙒* Two shots. Just for good measures.

If he hadn't used his Sandevistan, he wouldn't have been able to make it into—or drop the psycho.

𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧.. 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧.. 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦..

"Gonna need better implants if I want to keep this up.." He mulled, sitting on the broken furniture.

Taking a sharp turn, David jumped out of the throwaway car.

𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵..! 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵!!!

He thought to himself as he ran through the warehouse, rushing past flatlined mercs and 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 people to make it to the gonk under cyberpsychosis.

𝘈𝘸 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱.. 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘛𝘢𝘤??

The Edgerunner wasn't sure who the chopper belonged to. Didn't look like one of MaxTac's, but between them and some other crew, he'd surely rather the former.

"Guess I gotta deal with this quick if I want those eddies..! Your ass is mine, psycho!!"

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Finally got an easy day, finally got some time to clean up and write 😎

So work picked up heavy and I could not do ANYTHING! SICKENINGG

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Just wanted to get this account out there before bed. Finished Edgerunners today and wanted to return to Bluesky to muse him, buuuuut idk how alive we are. May end up ghosting again if this place is a ghost town. Will clean this up tm🤞🏽

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥?!