Chapter 17

Ichinose

The night after the Scav Den Raid.

Ichi was drinking. What else could he do? He just made more eddies in a few hours of work, than he had in any span of days working for Shobo-Sama.

But he knew he couldnt do the same job that Motoko had done. He talked to the older Tyger Claws when he was playing gofer, or doing odd jobs for them. They often liked to talk. About previous gigs they had done. Of the firefights they had been in.

So he knew exactly how dangerous it was to hit a scav den. Sure if you were properly borged out, you could do it. Scavs often werent the best fighters, or the best equipped.

But they were all armed, all ready to murder you. Gunfights sounded cool until you were in one and the other guy was firing back.

Whats up kid, you've been glaring at the bottom of your drink since you got back. One of the very same older Tyger claws asked as he plopped his can of Asahi on the table beside Ichi. Seriously, you look like you're going to kill your beer.

Hatake I took a gig from a friend today. And

Ah. You lost someone? Went bad?

No. No the opposite. It was over before I even got there, I was just The cleanup crew. Nothing more.

Huh. So you made some easy eddies. Whats got ya down?

The friend that called me into the job. Shes Ugh. It sounds so stupid. Im jealous! She went from being in the hospital to running jobs that I couldnt pull off. She is younger than me! How does a fourteen year old clear an entire scav den by herself!? I dont get it!

By herself? You sure?Thats

Yeah Im sure, she didnt even call us in until it was all over. We are supposed to be her chooms. I mean if she said she was going to try and hit a scav den I would have had Hiromi sit on her, because its dumb!

Ah I get it. She did something impossible. Something beyond what you think you could do.

Yeah. He grumbled glaring at his beer.

Well kid. Ill be honest. A kid your age? A fourteen year old able to do a job like that? That aint normal. Shes an edgerunner for sure.

I know. SheMy goal was to be an edgerunner, not her. Motoko never wanted that before, and now? She is already doing it.

Dont be stupid kid. You dont want to be an edgerunner. They burn bright, but only a quarter as long. Your choom? Shell be dead before shes twenty. Hell if she is already doing this shit? Before sixteen. Dont live your life like that Ichi. Burn slower, and longer. Trust me. As a guy in his forties. Ive seen a lot of chooms, men and women better than me at fighting, but also better than me at dying. Hatake offered taking a swig of his beer.

I dont think I can help it. Feeling jealous.

Yeah, well. Just remember becoming an edgerunner has a cost. That level of skill. That willingness to put your life on the line? Hatake shook his head. If she is your choom, then do your best to help out, but make sure you know the line. Edgerunners don't always realize what is dangerous for normal people. The closest I ever got to getting flatlined was when I backed up an edgerunner choom. Got shot up for my trouble.

What if I want to do that? Become an Edgerunner. Make it big, and prove that Im not just a Gofer?

Hatake sort of nodded his head for a moment before sighing. Then be ready to be used up kid. Used like a tool. Used as a weapon. Being a gofer aint bad. At least you know youll come back home after a days work. Instead of being thrown into the trash because its convenient. Hatake sounded like this advice was personal. That this advice came from experience.

Ichi wasnt sure if he could accept it though. To give up on his dream of making it big. Of becoming more.

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I grunted as I heard the trucks drive off. This storm was starting to piss me off.

With shaky hands I reached into one of my thigh pouches and pulled out a max doc. I had found a few of them in the scav den, and since I now knew how useful they were, they were standard kit.

I huffed it and a moment later my body didnt feel like I was dying.

I grunted as I sat up, crawling over to a nice rock that I could rest against as I caught my breath.

Getting thrown from a fast moving car into the desert? Not fun. Smashing into a rock on the way? Ow.

Getting shot again? Double ow. I winced as I reached behind me and felt the hole in my Netsuit. Yeah the bullet had gone right through.

Fuck.

I was gonna have to start crafting soon just to repair my clothes. Why did people keep shooting me! I sighed. Coughing a bit at just how much dust was swirling around me. I could barely see through how thick it was getting.

And it was starting to get hard to breathe.

I rose up unsteadily, and then even less steadily as I nearly fell. My leg wasnt great. I messed it up when I went flying from the car. Worse, the wind was getting strong. I fought against it as I climbed back up the hill towards Scorpion's car.

Might be able to take shelter inside until this storm was over.

I clambered up the hill and just at the top I tripped.

Coughing a bit I pulled myself up and realized I had tripped on a corpse.

Oh yeah. The guy I stabbed. Instantly I noticed something I needed. Rising up and heading back to grab the goggles from his head. After a minute of struggling to get them clear enough of dust to see I put them on and while it wasnt great. At least I could open my eyes.

Then I grabbed the guys dust mask.

It was gross. But as I put it on, I could breath a lot easier.

I continued searching him, gotta get loot after all. I smiled as I found my knife. That went into my sheath. A little more digging I did find my pistol as well. I was honestly super relieved. That had been a gift from Jun. I didnt want to lose it.

Okay. I could see, breath, and I had a weapon.

Lets get to work.

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Scorpion's car was a wreck, even if I did have the key shard I wouldnt get it moving.

I sighed. As I looked outwards. I knew the general path. My eyes GPS meant I knew exactly the direction to get back to the wayhouse.

So since I didnt find anything of value. I started walking. Trudging through the desert. First I would get to the wayhouse. Then I would start searching for the Raffen base.

I had considered just sitting tight, hitchhiking back to the city.

But I had been hired for a job.

The Solos guide had mentioned that some gigs would blow up in your face. That you would have to make a decision about what kind of Solo you wanted to be. The sort that once the job gets out of control walks away. The ones that lived long lives, but were never respected.

Or the one that when shit blew up they stood up and got to work.

Considering how pissed I was? Yeah. I think Im the kind that got to work.

It took almost an hour to reach the wayhouse. Trudging against dust and sand up and over dunes. I noticed that the trailer with the motorcycle that was what caused all of this was gone.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

Connor was going to be answering some questions next time I saw him.

I hauled myself inside. Taking a moment to pull off the dust mask and the goggles. I headed into the bathroom and found the sink. Running water.

Thank god.

I washed my face allowing my eyes to stop aching from all the dust for the first time in over an hour. Then I washed the goggles and the dust mask as best I could.

Drying them a bit. I wiped them down and put them back on.

I felt like I could actually fight now. I did throw a bandage that I ripped out of an old sheet around my shoulder. Didnt want people to see the hole that was still there even if it was mostly closed after the Maxdoc.

Ow.

I was just getting ready to head back into the storm, to stumble around in the direction of where I had seen the sand trails the Raffen vehicles had left as they chased us, but I heard it over the howl of the wind.

A car.

I slipped into a dark corner, behind the door Unity ready.

The engine cut off, and I could hear cursing but I didnt hear the engine start again. Instead I heard it. Someone coming up to the door.

Someone opening the door.

Someone stumbling inside.

Someone familiar.

Fuckin storm. Fuckin Frank! My bike! Bastard klepped my bike. He moaned as the door closed behind him as he took off a mask and goggles like the set I had, and spat dust out of his mouth.

I struck, a kick right to the back of his knee, arm hooked around his own.

Ow. My shoulder wasnt happy with the movement.

But it worked, sending him slamming into the floor on his back. I settled on his chest. With my Unity pressed against his mouth.

What the fu-Ack! He squealed when the barrel of my unity slipped past his teeth.

No talking. I said simply as he stilled. Feeling my gun in his mouth did a great job shutting him up. I have two questions for you Connor, you are going to answer them very clearly. Because otherwise you get to repaint the floor. Did you set up Scorpion? I asked as I gently pulled my gun out from his mouth.

No! I told him! I told him he was late! If he had shown up at the time I told him it would have been fine! He was supposed to be here yesterday! Frank and the others were busy there was a boxing match everyone was watching! But Scorpion was late!

Alright. Ill give you a pass on that. Next question. Where did they take Scorpion?

Its an old gas station nearby! Here! I can send you the location! Just dont kill me!

Not a thing moved but the dust.

He moved. Rushing into the barracks. The boys would be fuckin around on some BD again. Surely that was it.

He entered into a charnel house. The floor practically pools of blood as four of his boys lay dead.

Henry was in his bed, BD wreath still active even with his throat opened.

Kengo was slumped in his big ass chair. It was comfortable, and Kengo had hauled it across the entire desert ontop of his little packrat of a car.

Someone had stuffed a screwdriver into his ear.

It was still quietly dripping blood down the handle into the growing puddle.

The other two were slumped over the back of the couch.

He didnt need to look any further. He knew they were dead.

Who the fuck was doing this? Sure the Wraiths made enemies but this was crazy.

No one in this desert had this kind of skill. No one took out a room with four men without setting off an alarm. That was Corpo Intelligence type shit.

He left the room in a hurry searching.

Every room he came across that was supposed to be occupied was now only occupied by the dead.

Boomer. The crazy bastard who had been with Frank since the beginning. A friend from his old nomad family that had left right alongside him, and to this day still carried far too many grenades had his head caved in by the looks of it. A fucking carpenters hammer stuck in the back of his head. His body slumped over his workbench.

His empty workbench.

Frank swallowed as he looked around.

No one.

Who had done this?!

He was losing his cool. He knew it. His gun was starting to get a little twitchy as he held it out infront of him. Then he came to a decision.

Fuck this.

He was going to get to his car, and floor it. He would join the other Wraith group at the cement factory. Sure he would have to shut up and take it from that asshole Hook. But fuck it. Better to lick boots, then get murdered by some Arasaka ninja.

They hadnt even hit an Arasaka shipment!

He slipped into the garage, breathing out a sigh of relief that his Reaver was still where it should be. His baby was fast. It would get him out of here in a hurry. He was done with this shitshow.

He made it three steps before suddenly gunfire erupted around him. He cursed ducking down and was only saved because of the Subdermal armor he had chipped in a year back. The bullet that just knocked into his back would have been it.

He fired blindly towards where he thought the gunfire came from his Overture barking as he ducked behind the cars deeper into the garage.

I dont know who you are! He yelled out as he kept moving he just needed to get to his car. But I dont want any of it! Whatever you want! Just take it!

He crouched down. Not a sound reached him.

Fuck whoever sent some sort of corpo assasin after his gang. Who the fuck did he kill to deserve this? He couldnt think of anything that would bring this level of heat down on him.

He slowly snuck around his Reaver. If he could just get in the door. But as he was reaching for the door a gunshots bark echoed through the garage. The noise made his Overture sound like a puppy.

He had noticed it. The gunman a blur in the corner of his eye and dropped which was the only reason he was still alive.

Boomers van now had a hole in it that looked like someone shot a sniper rifle at him.

Fuck was that a Burya!? He reached up and fired twice in the direction that he had seen the blur and rushed out of the garage as fast as he could.

No way he could get in his Reaver and start it up without that handcannon blowing a hole through him.

He dashed into the rec room. The stupid arcade games giving him a bit of cover as he poked his gun back around wall and fired his last two rounds. Quickly reloading as he listened for any noise.

But there was nothing. Not a sound other than the electronic noises of the arcade machines.

Reloaded Frank stood up and moved towards the window peaking out through the metal shutters.

Nothing. No movement. No sound.

He shivered. He just had to Draw them away and double back to the car.

If he couldnt get out of here he was dead.

He moved out through the building, glad that they had made paths through the stupid shops that used to be here before they took it over. Let them move around without having to go outside during a dust storm.

Now it may be saving his life.

As he thought that he heard it. A noise behind him.

He turned and fired. Every round slamming through the thin walls towards the Arcade room.

He had definitely heard something!

He once more reloaded grumbling to himself. Reloading a revolver in the middle of this shit was stupid.

He would get a smaller gun when this was over.

Ducking through to another shop he continued moving. Hopefully whoever this cocksucker chasing him down was, they would lose track of him.

Although the fact he hadnt even gotten eyes on them yet?

Fuck.

He crept up to a window to take another peak. But again his dusty little former gas station was quiet. Not a thing moved.

And not a soul other than him and this ninja was alive.

He hunkered down for a minute simply staring out the window. Come on, where are they? They had to be somewhere!

But Frank couldnt see anything, nothing moved.

Then suddenly that roar echoed out. And he yelped. The wall he had been standing against now had a hole in it, and it had nearly blown a hole through him.

He started moving again.

Fuck fuck!

They were definitely tracking him. Probably high powered optics. Which meant he wasn't going to be able to sneak away.

Fine. He called up his Reaver's auto drive system, and ordered it towards the entrance of their little setup. He was near there now, he would rush into the car and speed off.

It had to work.

He heard the engine start up with a roar and it started moving, driving out of the garage towards the entrance.

Cmon faster! Fucking auto drive!

Then he heard it. Beep. That means the door was open and it was waiting. He moved. Jumping out a window and rolling just to keep his momentum, he had to be a small target just to survive.

He leapt into his car practically jumping into the passenger seat he was so desperate. His hands fumbled to push him into the driver seat, he dropped his revolver just to grab the wheel but then to his horror.

The passenger door slid open.

Standing there was a Girl? A child? But no, not just a child, because that was a big fucking gun.

Wait. Wai-

The sound deafened him as much as it blew him out of his own car. He came to weakly coughing up blood and he realized he had a hole in his chest.

Fu- he couldnt even curse, blood flowed out from his lungs.

You just had to try to run. Note to self Motoko. Kill them all without letting them realize whats happening, it makes this job so much easier. He heard the soft voice of the girl as she walked around the back of his ride. His attempts to talk were met with failure as he coughed blood that just didnt seem to stop.

I was trying to find your rifle, you know? You shot me earlier with a rifle, and I wanted to repay the favor, but then I couldnt find it. It took so long you ended up realizing what was going on. My mistake. I dont like playing with my prey. She said as she knelt beside him. She wasnt just holding a Burya, she had his Overture.

Alright. Youve made me shoot this stupid thing enough my arms are hurting. Well Im not one for letting someone suffer. Even a scav. Err. Wraith. Same thing really. She commented simply as she raised his revolver.

Oh. Shit. Stupid. Almost forgot. Stupid Motoko! She lowered his revolver which made him want to gasp in relief, even if he realized he was dying.

Too far for a hospital. No medical attention, and no one to do it anyways.

She reached behind his neck and started forcing shards out of him manually.

Fu- he gurgled again wanting to tell this kid to fuck off. How did he get killed by a kid? He murdered girls like her before breakfast!

There we go. She muttered pulling out That was his ride's key shard. Ive been without wheels of my own for long enough dont you think? She asked waving it around before slotting it in.

Instantly she raised his Overture once again. Now I dont have to worry about damaging the shard. Good bye.