Lead, Steel and Chrome - Knight life

[bullgod]

((This is the second story made. As i missed a load of updates I'm starting a new knight (Still called Bullgod, and still gunslinging through the NBZ), so this is from day one. Enjoy and please, leave feedback here or in my inbox. Thanks.))

The cab was gone. He had been underground for six months for the operation and adjusting afterwards. But now he was here. Nothing but a trench coat, the clothes on his back, a little cash, two pistols, ammo and some medical stuff. Thankfully he was on Los Val turf, and it was pretty quiet.

The knight in question was 19 years old, 5 foot 11", thin, non muscly and as intimidating as a half dead civillian. New to the life as a knight he was still relatively unscarred. This would change.

The knight pulled his computer, a bog standard, simple pile of tech out of his jean pocket and checked the map.
"Hmm, package or para?", he mutered to himself. His voice was monotone, showing no emotions. He shrugged
"Package may have shit pay but at least my ass ain't gonna be shot off as fast."

With that, the knight made his way to the Laughing Dog bar.

"OI! Knight!", a voice called, as the fresh gunslinger crossed the bridge over the pitiful sludge called water.
"Welcome the the Zone", the caller was evidently a cyber sword. The muscles and club showed it.

"Suspected a welcoming party" muttered the knight, "I ain't lookin' for shit from your lot Valentino"

The sword chuckled gruffly "I'm not that kinda welcoming party. Heard you were here so i thought to scoot over to meet you"

"Oh yeah?", the gunslinger questioned.

"Yeah, you could do with some muscle knight.", retorted the sword.

"What you get from it Valentino?"

"Chance t' prove I'm worth keepin' 'round", replied the Valentino

"Fair enough", responded the gunslinger, "what you know about this hood?"

"Seen many knight pass through the Laughing Dog bar" responded the cyber sword.

The cyber knight walked up to the sword, the two men made there way to the bar mentioned.


"What's your name chummer?", asked the gunslinger.

"Clive, Clive Zep." Replied the man. "Oh, the bosses are up in the commonwealth if you wanna drop by."

"I'll keep that in mind", said the knight as they reached the bar.

"You never gave me your name" the cybersword pointed out.

"Yeah, so?"

"Always nice to know who I'm runnin' with"

The gunslinger paused at the door of the bar, the noise inside muffled by the heavy door.

"Call me Bullgod", the gunslinger called before shoving the door open and entering the Laughing dog bar.

[bullgod]

Bullgod stepped into The Laughing Dog bar with Clive close behind.

The bar itself was small, busy, loud and the air was filled with a hazy grey smoke from numerous lung destroying narcotics.

Bullgod was pushed aside as a man dressed completely in black exited the crowded bar.

"Bloody Exs...", Bullgod grumbled under his breath, "think they own the fucking joint 'cause they're cyber fucking ninjas..."

"Yeah, well he's one of our best so get used to him", replied Clive.

Bullgod shrugged and headed to the bar. Muscling his way between two civilians he squeezed himself into a vacant patch of the dirty brown bar.

"Oi! Who do you-", started one of the civilians who'd been drinking is daily pay packet away. Bullgod un-holstered one of his Lightfires and aimed it at the drunks head. The sight of the firearm subdued the civilian.

"Excuse me mate!" Bullgod called to the bartender, "you know where I can find some good work here?"

The bartender came over. "A knight eh... Well you're in luck. We got our own package hub running out the back"

"Good to hear", Bullgod nodded and looked around the establishment before indicating to a short fellow surrounded by a group of other cyberknights in the far corner, "Who's he? Seems popular"

"That's Vinny the Rat. Los V connector, he's come down to rub some elbows, shake hands. Making new friends"

"Sounds like my sorta guy. Cheers Chummer", and with that Bullgod left the bar and went to introduce himself to the connector.
"You Vinny the Rat?", he asked.

"That I am", nodded the short, bald man, "Welcome to my stretch Knight, we've not met before. You new in town?"

"Yeah and I'm after some work. Hear you're the connector on these streets."

"You heard right. Anyway, I'm busy right now. Got business to wrap up." The connector slid a computer chip across the table, "take my V-Chip. Call me and we can see what I have for you"

"Thanks", Bullgod nodded and inserted the contact card into his computer, "I'll give you a call."

"Good, now I've gotta scoot. Hear from you soon Knight", with that the connector rose, and left the bar.

Bullgod went back to the bars connector, "you got any work?"

The package connector nodded. "Wanna deliver a package in Los Val turf? You'll be against Yakuza. You got 14 hours 20 minutes to deliver this to the cold storage building in The Fenns. You'll be wired 68 credits after."

"Make it 100, and you got a deal."

"80."

"90?"

"80.", the connectors voice was firm.

"85. Take it or I'll go."

"83 is highest I'll go Knight"

Bullgod shrugged and scooped up the package and logged the job. "Deal"

Bullgod put the package into his inside trench coat pocket. "C'mon Clive. Time to roll out"

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Bullgod and Clive went straight from the bar to the cold storage building. The fifteen minute walk was uneventful, no-one even giving a glance.
The two got to the door of the building, reaching into his trench coat, Bullgod pulled out the package and tentatively entered the empty building with Clive in tow.

"Hello?!?" Bullgod called. His voice echoing around the empty warehouse.

"Leave it on the floor", called a voice out of the shadows.

"My pay?" Replied the knight, unable to see into the dark shadows.

An unregistered credit stick skidded across the floor, Bullgod loaded it onto his PC and nodded.

"Now go" called the anonymous voice.

Bullgod shrugged, "C'mon man, lets go"

The two men left the warehouse and headed back to the Laughing dog bar. The walk back was just as uneventful.

"You got a phone chummer?" Bullgod asked Rin Kimovv, the owner of the bar.

"Yeah, it's in the back blad" was the response.

"Thanks"

"Ain' nuffin"


Select Contact...|

Calling, Vinny the Rat...


"Looking for work? You called the right gutter rat", Vinny evidently wasn't there for small talk. Bullgod was good with that.

"Got any work for me?"

"If it weren't already all over the street I wouldn't tell you. As a knight you're not paid to ask those kind of questions."

"Just asking if you got work for me. Nothing wrong there"

"Sure, just watch how you say it. In this corner of the zone it's hot between the Los Vals and everyone else. They're bringing in new blood and money, I help them with that. Knight Horizon used to run security for this part of the zone, but not any more. Los Vals have pushed them out."

"Sounds like bloody business"

"Sounds like good business. Plenty of yen to be made if you work on the right side. Though I'd warn you to stay out of KH turf unless you're working for me. Also, watch out in the Old Kenmore neighborhood, a lot of hot headed thugs are scrapping to claim it as their own."

"Well, lets talk business then."

"Good, I got a message to be delivered into Yakuza area, you'll be against them. Got 2 days 21 hours and 31 minutes to deliver the message to the Yakuza Gambling Den in Copley Square. You'll be earning 344."

"400"

"350"

"375"

"370"

"373?"

"You don't back down easy do you knight?"

"373 then I'll take it"

"Fine. Sending the message across on the secure network. Now go."

There was a beep as the phone call was disconnected.

"Clive. We got another run to do!", called Bullgod, returning to the bar.

"Where at?" Came the reply

"Yakuza."

"Oh Drek..."

"What?"

"We don't wanna be there long boss, those Yak assassins ain't called assassins for nowt"

"We'll be in and out Clive." Shrugged Bullgod, "now quit being a pansy and let's move out"

With that, the two men headed out for another contract.

[bullgod]

The Gunslinger and Cyber sword were back in the Laughing Dog bar. The trip into Yakuza turf was quick and uneventful.

"So what you gonna do now Bullgod?"

"You said the bosses were up in the commonwealth?"

"Yeah but you think they'll listen to you? You're still organic ma'e"

"Worth a try ain' it?"

The cybersword shrugged. The two men were at the bar, a bottle of low grade vudka, barely alcoholic, sat between them partially drank.
A man entered the bar and walked up to the bar. The man was nondescript, bland. He only attracted Bullgods attention because the part of the bar the nondescript man walked up to was where Bullgod and Clive were sat.

"Excuse me? May I ask which of you gentlemen is called Bullgod?", questioned the man politely.

Bullgod eyed the man. Plain grey suit. Nothing expensive, no sign of weaponry or back up.

"That'd be me", Bullgod stood from his stool and looked the grey suited man levelly, "what's the beef?"

The grey man reached into his inside jacket pocket. Bullgod reacted on instinct, within moments both his Lightfires were drawn with the safety's off. One pressed against the mans throat and the other against the side of his head. The whole establishment went silent at this.

"Sir", the grey suited man spoke surprisingly calmly for someone with two guns poised to kill aimed at them, "please may you lower your weapons. I assure you I am unarmed."

"Can't be too careful in my line of work", responded Bullgod, removing the lightfires from the mans flesh but keeping them aimed.

"That's why I'm here Sir" nodded the man, pulling a computer chip from his jacket pocket, "your paperwork has came through"

Bullgod nodded to Clive who took the chip, "How do I know your legit?"

"Sir, in this line of work is anything legit?"

"How do I know this is the real deal?"

The grey suited man reached back into his jacket and pulled out a computer. The design was on Bullgod didn't recognise.

"Fancy deck you got there"

"Thank you Sir, it is very useful in my work", the man showed Bullgod the Identification signature of the unit and owner.

Bullgod nodded, satisfied and lowered his guns. "Thanks, anything else?"

"No Sir" the man shook his head, "have a pleasant day gentlemen". And with that the man turned and left, the normal hubbub of the tavern resuming.

"What's that then?" Clive asked as Bullgod loaded the chip into his own computer

"Paperwork. Gives me access to bigger and better toys"

"Sweet"

"Frag yeah, now we gotta get some yen ain't we?"

The two men looked at the partially drunk vudka
"After the drinks done?" Clive asked.

"Sure, why not? I payed for the shit" and at that the two men sat down to enjoy (or attempt to enjoy) the embarrassingly weak drink

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The knight and runner re entered the northwest corner of the commonwealth after a brief package delivery.

"Right", Bullgod said without stopping, "to the Den"

"Why?"

"To see if the bosses are in"

"Seriously ma'e?" questioned Clive, "You ain't gonna be much if owt on the records"

Bullgod shrugged, "Vinny said to see Bad-eye Kass if I want in. Let's go get 'er"

The walk to the den was quiet, quieter than usual at 9:13 pm. Bullgod stopped outside the door and looked around before entering the squat, ugly warehouse.

"This is Los Valentino's turf, better watch your step", grunted the local Los V ganger manning what appeared to be a desk of empty crates.

"What's new from the leadership?" questioned Bullgod

"Think it's tha' easy huh?" The ganger asked before chuckling gruffly. "Pretty funny that. It's that easy knight. With hard-knockas like us we can do with all the help we get. If you're willin' to stand agains' chummers like Knight Horizon then welcome in. Let me give ya the V-chip of Kass Bad-eye. She's the one t' call."

The ganger held out a v-chip, which Bullgod promptly took and loaded into his cpu.

The cpu in question was bog standard shit. A Yamatsuma PDP 100 - pocketComp wasn't exactly the best tech in the zone but it did what was needed. It held contacts and contracts. What more does a Knight need early on in the zone?

The two men left the Den under the gangers gaze.

"That was easy" muttered Clive.

"Yeah, getting Kass to talk and give the good stuff is gonna be a fracking pain in the arse though"

"Just gotta keep workin' eh"

"Yeah, get contracts made an' get me paid.", shrugged the knight as he walked south to the Data Terminal.

Connecting...

Select contact...

Calling: Kass Bad-Eye

The holodisplay flickered, but was stable enough to show Kass. The Ladder connector for the Los Val was more a data hound than connector.

"You musta heard of Los Valentinos. We're coming up whether you like it or not. Want to get on the ride?", introduced the contact.

"Name's Bullgod an' I 'eard you're the connector around here"

"Well, hello knight. Ain't you looking spiff? Must be looking for mean, competitive work if you came to the Los V's. Not many knights wanna work with us considering who are our enemies. That scare you off?"

Bullgod shrugged non commitedly, "Not really. If the pay's good, I work"

"Most say that but it ain't always true. We'll have to find out won't we?"

"Got work for me then?"

"Not really. I stay off street level and operate differently to other ladder connectors"

"Not pushing jobs?"

"Nope, I can hook you up with muscle, but for jobs you want to go street level. It's just how the V's are organised. I have other duties, other priorities. If you exploit them you could climb fast"

"Oh?" Bullgod questioned

"Yes. I am keenly interested on paydata on Knight Horizon. Surely you know of our little feud?"

"I think little isn't the right word for it"

"Exactly. Anyway, do jobs for my people, dump data in my lap and up you will climb. And I promise you'll like the rewards of our up and coming group Knight. We mean business"

Bullgod was clearly unimpressed at this, but Kass continued.

"Here's an early incentive, 500 yen. Just to show I mean business", Bullgods CPU beeped as 500 credits were transferred across.

"I like your style", nodded Bullgod with the hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

The call was disconnected.

Kass noticed this with hidden satisfaction; she had a knight in her control. A Knight that seemed eager to rise. Though she barely knew him and the Knight was still mostly unknown to the Los V's, she liked his attitude. However, she wouldn't show it. She needed the Knight to work first. He liked his attitude over the line, but his work ethic may be something different.

"How'd it go?" Clive asked the Knight as we disconnected from the terminal.

"Went well, got a 500 incentive. She doesn't push jobs but if we get anything on Knight Horizon, we'll be dumping it on her."

"Well, let's go get some contracts eh Knight?"

"I know, now c'mon. We gotta shift and let this skirt in"

Bullgod and Clive moved out of the way of a woman who proceeded to enter the data terminal booth, giving Bullgod a filthy look as she did so.

"Don't call me 'skirt' again chummer else you'll be eating y' words" scowled the woman.

Bullgod held up his hands apologetically "my apologies ma'am", the words sounding foreign out of the gunslinger's mouth.

"You better be, now are you gonna go or do I have to shoot you?" The woman queried, levelling a scoped heavy pistol at Bullgods crotch.

"Lady" Clive grunted, pushing the womans arm down gently, "we are just going, come on man"

With that the sword and slinger left the woman grumbling to herself.

"Not bad rack for a civvie eh?" questioned Clive with a wink, when the two were out of the womans earshot.

Bullgod looked over his shoulder at the woman, who was plugging herself into the terminal with some high tech looking deck, "She ain't a civvie, but no. Not a bad rack on her for a hacker. Nice arse too"

Clive chuckled loudly at this and glanced back at the lady hacker. "Better body on 'er than most joygirls I seen.." he retorted.

With that, the two men went to find somewhere to get a job to fill their coffers..

[bullgod]

***#*** Authors note: This chapter contains sexual acts/references. Readers have been warned. This is the NBZ after all, it isn't all murder and gang crime, there is sex and rape too. Enjoy. ***#***


Clive and Bullgod entered the B-Street Extended Stays coffin motel after a package was delivered in the area. Both men were exhausted after 13 hours of walking.

"Sign says you, you got vacancies?" Yawned the knight

"25 credits a room ma'e" responded the man behind the sad looking desk.

"You got a two slab room?"

"Yeah but thats gonna be 50"

"We'll take it", Bullgod grunted and passed over the mkney.

"It's room 15C chummer"

"Thanks"

The two men made their way down the dingy corridor with the motel rooms coming off. Clive stepped behind Bullgod to allow a couple coming from the other direction to pass. The woman walked with small pained steps and the man strode confidently, both smelling of sex, vudka and stimmers.

"This is it," Bullgod announced as they arrived at the room.

Bullgod entered, the room was small and plain. Two slabs of stone lay in parallel to each other but perpendicular to the door. Bullgod noted the old stains on the wall, vudka bottles and human excrement over the floor and the fresh stain on the slab nearest the door. Bullgod took the slab further back.

"Aww crap" muttered Clive. "I get the spunk smeared slab eh."

"Well, if any fucker tries shit on us you can brain 'em without moving too far and i can shoot them easier."

"You jus' don't want the jizz stain."

"Dude, I'm a fucking knight. Jizz, shit, blood, you name it an' I'll find it in this sector."

"Yeah I suppose" yawned Clive.

"Now lets get shut eye"

4 hours later, Bullgod was awoken by the sounds of a drunken faggot bellowing down the hall.

"Frack, why doesn't this rat 'ole have doors Clive?"

Clive shrugged "it's a rathole. Thats why"

The source of the disturbance became clear very soon. A heavy built Fennian entered the room opposite with a barely clad joygirl.
The joygirl half collapsed and half sat on the slab. With immense difficulty she removed her top and slid clumsily to her knees on the floor. The Irishman proceeded to extract his penis from his dirty trousers and shoved it lewdly into the joygirls mouth.
Even from across the hall, Bullgod and Clive could tell the joygirl was drunk and probably drugged. Her eyes had partially glazed over and was practically catatonic.

"Frag shit" grunted the Irishman as he took hold of the joygirls head and proceeded to 'face fuck' her.

Bullgod shook his head as he and Clive watched this.

"Chummer could've done it away from prying eyes coul'n't he?" questioned Clive quietly.

"Yeah, but where would the fun in that be?" replied Bullgod, watching the buxom joygirl gag on the Irishman.

"True i suppose." Clive nodded to the joygirls bouncing tits. "I'd say what? 8 outa 10? They ain't as perky as that skirt hacker but that joys got a big pair"

"Aye", agreed Bullgod. "But yeah, wonder who that hacker is..."

Clive shrugged "Dunno"

"Anyway, once your weeks up, you wanna hang 'round still?"

"Would if I could but I can't"

" Why not?"

"Got a job t' get back to"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah", Clive itched his ear, "ain't sumfin I can really tell ya though. Nufin personal"

Bullgod shrugged "Fair enough"

The two men lapsed into silence. The Irishman across the hall groaned "fuck, wear that shit bitch" before continuing probing the catatonic joygirls throat with his penis.

"Fuck this man" Bullgod muttered, "We paid for twelve hours. An' with ol' Paddy at it we ain' gettin' much if any sleep for the rest of the time."

"Well, let's just relax then eh?" replied Clive, watching the Irishman and the Joygirl through the doorways from his slab.

"Yeah, then when the times up we'll 'it the blower to the Vals" nodded Bullgod.

With Clive entertained watching the two in the room opposite, Bullgod took the opportunity to dismantle, lean and rebuild his lightfires one at a time with the speed and efficiency of a trained professional.
After all, what good is a gunslinger with shit guns?

Bullgod made a silent vow to upgrade steel when he found something better. That machine pistol 'type gun he saw a few Yakuza assassins carrying when he and Clive had a contract into their turf looked pretty good. Maybe he'd try getting hold of one of them...

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The Irishman had finally stopped. Bullgod and Clive had just under an hour left in the motel.

"Think we should 'elp 'er?" questioned Clive.

"Why?"

"Good deed for the day?"

"Seriously?"

"Fine, we got nowt else to do"

The two men left their room and entered the room opposite. The Irishman lay on the slab, snoring deeply and the girl was left sprawled where she fell after the man had finished.
Bullgod pointed to Clive, then the girl then back to their room. Clive nodded and took hold of the girl under the armpits and dragged her into the Knights room. Bullgod loitered around long enough to hook up his cpu to the Irishman's personal data unit. This unit is standard to all Zone citizens (with the exception of scavs and tunnel scum) and allows pay cheques and other financial transactions to occur.
The man had 8.572k credits, Bullgod (not being a complete drek head) siphoned off 8.5k from the Irishman.
After the transaction was wiped from both units memory, the gunslinger went into his own room.

"BLEAURGHHH", spewed the unconscious joygirl and Clive used the Heimlich manoeuvre to empty her stomach of vudka and drugs.

"Awwwh Shit man" groaned Bullgod surveying the fresh vomit all over his slab "good thing we ain't paying to clean it..."

"She 'ad a neuro dampener patch on" nodded Clive as he lay the topless girl on the floor of the room and went to fetch the skimpy excuse for a top.

The joygirl groaned as her body overcame the lessening effects of the dampener, "Wha' the..." she started in a soft irish accent.

Clive returned and handed the buxom joygirl her top, she took it with a nod of thanks and put it on.

"Now, who's yous bein'?" she asked.

"Names ain't important" Bullgod shrugged. He nodded to the irishman across the hall "you came in with him last night. Did he pay?"

"Frag drek the cunt di'n't" cursed the girl.

"How much does he owe?"

"60 yen"

"Bullgod hooked up to the girls pdu and wired 100 credits over. "Keep the change", he grunted.

The Joygirl stood up shakily, "thanks chummer", she smiled, "if you ever need a lil' Happiness come see me yeah?" The girl gave a wink to the two men and left the motel.

The two men left not long after.

"Right. Terminal."

"You're d' Knight man"

Bullgod rang Vinny

"It's me Bullgod"

"Yeah I know. I see your I.D show up remember?"

"I know. You got anything for me?"

"I got an encoded message to be taken into free street turf. They won't like it though. Place is All Nites Coffin Hotel. In the Old Kenmore hood. It'll net you 75 credits"

"95"

"75"

"95"

"75 or not Knight."

"85. What's 10 credits to you anyway?"

"What's 10 credits to you Knight?"

"10 credits could cover the cost of med kits so I can keep working for you. More work i do for you the more contracts I fill. More contracts I fill, the more contracts you move, and the more you move the more you make."

"You got a point. It's a deal"

The message was encoded in the contract so the call was disconnected.

"We gotta go to anarchy spots now Clive"

"Let's do this drek shit"

"That's the spirit Clive. Now lets shift off before the hacker bird shows"

"Ain' she a reason to 'ang round though?"

Bullgod chuckled, "she's probably 'round los V turf."

"Lets move then"

With that the two men headed west with another contract...

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Bullgod stopped. The two men were crossing South Boston, an area belonging to the Free Streets. In the distance to the south was the muffled sound of gunfire. This is not why Bullgod stooped. A wounded citizen staggered uneasily from an alleyway and was making their way north, slowly. Bullgod could tell the wound was fatal and the man only had minutes.

"C'mon", Bullgod made his way to the citizen and pulled out a medi kit worth 200 yen and started on the citizen.

The citizen was shocked and fought feebly, after Bullgod finished the mans breathing eased.

"Th-thank you" whispered the man hoarsely, "please, take this as thanks". The citizen passed over a V-chip before leaving.

"Well" said Bullgod, loading the chip, "Slayer? Sounds good"

"That was our only medical kit you asshole!"

"We can get more"

"Assuming we live that long"

"Relax, we'll be okay"

Clive grunted, and the two men continued west.
The two men were crossing the Gateway district when Bullgod collapsed, pulling Clive with him. Bullgod held a hand over Clives mouth, preventing speech. Ten seconds later a Bravestar kill squad passed the other side of the chain link the Knight and runner lay behind. Thirty seconds after, the two men were up and moving away.

"Frag that shit!" muttered Clive

Bullgod kept walking, "We got past didn't we?"

"Only just"

"They didn't see us"

"Good"

The two entered the Commonwealth.

"Nearly there Clive"

"Better be"

The two entered the Claire street Thrift store. Bullgod quickly selected two advanced medikits from the holodisplay.

"These please"

"That'll be 875 each chummer"

"Yeah, whatever" Bullgod shrugged as he wired the credits.

The woman behind the counter pulled two of the medikits from under the counter. "Have a good day"

"Thanks hun, you too"

The two men left the store, "Happy now Clive?"

"A lil" shrugged the runner

Bullgod tutted, "ain't never pleasing some folk eh?"

"Damned truth chummer, now lets do this contract"

The two men entered Old Kenmore and were greeted by the blast of a molotov cocktail exploding not too far off.

"Shit!" The knight and runner ducked behind a building as gun fire erupted.

"Why they shooting us?" asked Clive.

Bullgod peered around the corner, "They ain't. It's infighting by the looks of it."

Bullgod was right, two gangs that formed part of the free streets alliance were having a bit of a dispute over something or another. The Knights CPU beeped. "Right, change of plans. We gotta go to Concrete R-us Storage yard with this."

"Why?"

"Cause Vinny jus' said so. Got a new set of instructions which overrode the old contract. Pays the same."

"Can he do that?"

"Yeah, he can. Shouldn't though but fuck it"

With that, the two men sneaked towards the storage yard, taking detours to avoid being caught in any cross fire.

An injured and partially burnt enforcer staggered out in front of Bullgod.

"Fuck!" Bullgod yelled and shot the man dead instinctively.
Bullgod looked up as one of the spotlights in the ceiling of the "scum layer" as it was known lit up and searched for the knight. Quickly, Bullgod looted the corpse of 508 credits and the two men sneaked away.

"They won't like that"

"No shit there Clive.."

The message was finally delivered. Back into Los V turf the men went, deciding they wouldn't be shot at too much in h turf of the gang they worked for. Hopefully.

[bullgod]

Bullgod had been busy. Clive had finished his contract a few weeks ago and had to return to whatever it was he usually did. Bullgod however, had climbed the Los Val ladder, met Side-arm Gerrin and had picked up a couple of loners.

Van was another Cybersword, but he hadn't had to punch anyone since running with Bullgod. Leo King on the other hand, was the stereotypical male face. Greased back hair, easy going voice and smooth tongue.

Bullgod and the runners had finished Los Val work and had picked up an escort target from the Yakuza. Just over 2k to escort a target from Copely Square to Tobin St. Slums. How hard could it be?