Afterlife (Edgerunners)

Memory: MaxTac? Freaks?

2076, 1 month before the cyberskeleton.

David Martinez

"So, this Regina lady wants us to do what?"

Before I could answer Rebecca, Kiwi had basically summed it up perfectly, like normal.

"Maelstrom gig, recovery, we're supposed to prevent bloodshed, all-be-it unlikely for that to happen."

"So... Where are we going, and what're we fetching?" Rebecca turned her head toward me, clearly wanting me to answer her.

"Complex near the all-foods, abandoned apartments and whatnot. As for what we're recovering... 'fuck knows, all Regina had told me was it's tech being scoured for by MaxTac, so we gotta be careful, can't damage the jammer unless we wanna end up as splatters on the pavement."

"Well shit." Falco had chimed in. "Gotta be quick then, I'll prep the wheels. Kiwi?"

"Yeah gotcha, see you two in a sec."

And now it was just me and Rebecca.

"Hey Bec, got you something-"

"Ooooh! Gimme!"

"Fucking hell choom calm down! Here, a carnage, custom too. They'll be a bit checking out the ride so just-"

"Thank you!" I was immediately cut off with her giant new hands wrapping around me. "Lemme just spray paint him real quick!"

She ran off into the garage, and I could then hear the sounds of spray paint on top of our ride being tinkered with.

I called up Lucy, had to tell her of the risk we were gonna take.

Luce:
YOU'RE DOING WHAT?

Dee:
Calm down mi amor! It's just a hit on mael-

Luce:
Nope. Nuh-uh. You're not doing that, you can't!

Dee:
Luce... It'll be fine, simple snatch and grab, nothing more.

Luce:
David...

Dee:
I know... I know... We'll be fine. Please just calm down. I'll be back, and I'll make you some of those special style dumplings my mamá taught me.

Luce:
Ok... Just please be safe... David?

Dee:
Yes?

Luce:
I love you...

"Well, aren't you two the sweetest-"

"Can it Bec."

2 hours later, Maelstrom.

"C'mon fucker... Shoot me!"

Five red eyes stared back at me, arms spread open. Gun against his chin.

Becca and I were surrounded. Two against Twelve.

"You wanna push your luck choom?"

"I'm not fucking afraid of you... You aren't gonna do shit!"

"Who says that huh?"

"C'mon, we all fuckin see it punk!

You're.

Fucking.

Scared!"

Kiwi:
All yours, give em hell.

My mouth was drowned out with the taste of synth-blood, as the fuck in front of me fell to the ground.

Rebecca's laughter drowned out the screams of the borgs as Kiwi scrambled their cyberware.

One by one they went down, hails of bullets cut through them like skewers through synth-meat.

And with the last half of my mag being sent into a mantis blade rushing maelstromer, it was over.

"Fuckin! Damn, my fucking guts... C-cunts... I'll kill-"

*BOOM*

"Huh, guts... Nice name!"

Rebecca pulled away the carnage from the mouth, or what's left, of the eviscerated maelstromer.

"You ready?"

My question was met with a smirk.

"Let's fuck them up."