Cursed Edgerunner Chapter 21 (Patreon)

Takeda Yomimoto's fun time at the Cloud's actually didn't take too long... Like, reaaally didn't take too long as he bounced out with a flush and a heavy smile after fifteen minutes of being in there.

'Like shit, it still takes like ten minutes to do the paperwork and pick up your doll.' I thought helplessly.

Still, I watched as the man swaggered into his large, squat truck like the five-minute champion he was. First thing I did was tag his truck as it left so that the NCP camera's would follow it past each intersection.

Then, after waiting for a good minute of waiting so he woudn't think I was following. I also pulled out of the parking lots of the Clouds. But as I did so, I held in a shiver as something pinged off of my own ICE.

'Shit, the Cloud's security was watching me as well... Hopefully they don't call Takeda, as I need to take the bastard in alive.' I mused to myself.

With a soft rumble my car's engine thrummed as I sped up. As I couldn't risk Takeda being tipped off and doing something... Difficult. Like hiring a group of edgerunners to watch him from a distance. Or to go after me directly.

Takeda's large truck came into view as he took a turn down Kabuki and headed towards the southern half of Night City. And we entered the Moxes territory. 

'Fuck it! Time for a smash and grab!' I thought as the bastard was actually going well over the speed limit as well. Clearly he was trying to get away from me, or was in a rush to get someone.

My car roared as I pushed it's acceleration hard and as I was about to shoot past the much taller truck. My perception slammed to a stand still as I activated my Sandevistant and I held out my oversized shotgun towards my open passenger window.

Two massive booms rang out as I shot two powerful slug's through my window to hit his tires in but a moment as I sped past the truck.

Then slamming the Sandy off to keep the strain from hurting my body, I slammed on the brakes and jackknifed to the side as shooting out giant overpriced tires on the squatted truck exploded with enough decompressed air that the truck swerved towards my own car.

I could hear Takeda scream as he completely lost control of his truck... For a solid two seconds before his truck slammed into a thick metal electrical line on the front right side of his truck.

Killing his truck's engine and sent an explosion of gases and a small fireball into the air as it seemed the dumbass was also running nitrous. Or maybe that was just how the car's actually responded in this world to such a violent crash with the weird 'Choom' fuel they ran.

Screams rang out as while the Moxes' territory wasn't at all in the true city center where NCPD kept the gang's actually off the streets in the true heart of Downtown. The Moxe's were just next door to downtown and things were expected to remain on the downlow.

I didn't await for some asshole to come get me either. I shot forward at a sprint as I saw Takeda's brand-new Kiroshi Eye's the newest model he probably 'made' by himself with that stolen 3D printer look at me with his eye's glowing.

Instantly, I felt an ice pick shove into my eye's in turn as he attacked me with a deamon through the eye contact in our synthetic eye's.

But I, my semblance was some kind of technopath, so in making a connection between the two of us. His own software was much more available to me to connect to directly even if I wasn't attacking him in the Net-World.

His glowing red eye's snapped shut and he screamed as steam shot out form his eyes as I flash-fried the electronics in his eye's.

I then hooked my monowire in my left arm with my right thumb and sent a loup of it's lightning dust alloy length through the truck's door to wrench it away and pull me towards him as well.

And just as he stopped crying like a bitch after his eye's exploded like a battery thrown into a fire, he whipped out a gaudy engraved pistol to blankly start firing in my direction.

He was greeted with a Gorilla Fist to the face that snapped his head to the side so hard his seat belt snapped rigid again as the truck's surviving computer thought he was taking the G-force of another accident.

With one hand, I grabbed his seat belt, and with the other I cut said seat beat off of him with my mantis blade as his head lolled back towards me. He shot the center console of his truck as he tried to get back control of his body.

"Go to sleep!" I snapped as I grabbed him by the hair and with a loud crack I smashed his face into his driver's wheel, and I idly noted that doing so didn't do 'too' much damage as the wheel was covered in pimp cheetah print that was on the thick side.

But that stunned him long enough for me to drag him out of the car and as his fancy gun clattered to the ground. I blinked before grinning. "A Malorian? Reaaaly, Maaan you shoudn't have dude!" I cheered as this was the same maker of Johnny Silverhand's own signature gun.

An oversized block of solid titanium, machined in space using magnets and zero gravity, with literally zero imperfections in its make, and chambered in a lovely 14mm wrist-breaking load. 

And with it chambered in 14mm, that meant that even with this gaudy extended magazine that was covered in impressed gold leaf. It only held fiverounds in its magazine.

But if you are shooting something with such a massive round... Not much even when it came to curses and other such nonsense, could take an anti-air round to the chest and just walk it off.