Chapter 87

I sauntered down the steps into the yacht, and into the room that was more like a club than what I expected on a boat.

 

And I actually had three sleepers…

 

Oh no there was a fourth person passed out, half way under a table.

 

Four.

 

One of them I recognized.

 

Too bad for Bartolomeo. The owner of the yacht was someone I had been planning on having a certain kind of meeting with already. The other three I didn’t recognize, although the fact the other two were women told me what had been happening. Bart had one woman curled up against him. Both were naked enough I knew what had been happening. The two men were equally undressed but the big guy had rolled off the couch at some point and was basically napping under the shadow of a table.

 

I nearly whistled as I walked along the room, taking note of everything.

 

Like the fact Mr. Table had a Burya near him.

 

Interesting.

 

I picked it up and checked it. Loaded.

 

That was an easy fix, and then I put it back to where it was.

 

There weren’t a lot of people that walked around with a Burya. They were clunky, heavy, difficult to conceal, overpowered weapons for most people.

 

It only made me more suspicious about Mr. Table’s identity.

 

Was he the Scav contact that Bart had?

 

Was this guy important with the Scavs? Well I might just find out.

 

First I hacked into all four of the sleeping gonks. It only took a few moments to breach their systems and put in a jammer.

 

Any attempts to reach out for help would fail couldn’t have that after all.

 

Then I grabbed an unopened bottle of champagne, swished it around, shook it up to make sure it was nice and frothy, and then popped the cork.

 

The spray of champagne over Barts face was more than enough to leave him sputtering awake with a curse.

 

“The fuck! Bastard who did that? Is that you Sandra? You bitch!” He cursed, clearing his eyes of the frothing alcohol.

 

“Not exactly.” I told him using my Sexy Motoko Voice. After all, this guy wasn’t dealing with a teenager looking at a big score.

 

No, this time I was a dangerous edgerunner having already taken a millionaire hostage.

 

He jerked away as he caught sight of me.

 

I was wearing the section 9 gear with a few additions. The upper part of my face was covered by a set of tech gogs I had picked up.

 

I mean the Major had a set. So I needed one too.

 

Especially since this was my first big gig.

 

“The fuck-” Bart was cut off as I pulled my Lexington out from behind me.

 

He might be a millionaire but he was also a NC resident. He knew instantly what trouble he was in.

 

“Hey easy! Listen, I’m sure we can work this out. Whatever bounty is on my head, I’ll pay it out! Honest I mean this is my yacht, I have the eddies!” His gibbering had obviously started waking the others, thankfully with the techgogs on no one could see my eyes as I tracked Mr. Table as he sat up from underneath the thing taking in the sight of me pointing a gun at Bart.

 

“I’m not here because you have a bounty, Bartolomeo Mordellini.” I informed him calmly. “I’m here because of the multiple crates of Scav gathered chrome that is currently below our feet.” I idly tapped my toes a few times to let the sound echo around.

 

Then I went silent to let my statement fill the air and I could see the fear on his face.

 

“Bitch.” A russian accented voice said from behind me, but I ignored the big russian man that was now pointing a Burya at me.

 

The fact he was mostly naked was also a reason I was doing my best not to look. Nice Mr. Studd there champ.

 

“Let me guess you are the Scav contact Bart here is working with?”

“Hah! As if you will ever find out little whore, I will enjoy seeing your corpse ripped into-”

That was as far as he got as I drew on him. My Burya casually pulled out of my shoulder holster and aimed. I purposefully drew slow.

 

Giving the fucker plenty of time to pull the trigger himself.

 

The audible *Click* of his Burya failing to fire was very satisfying, but not as satisfying as seeing his head suddenly vanish.

 

I let the roar of my Burya echo around the room. The girls both screamed in shock at the sudden noise, both now fully awake and suddenly realizing the danger they were in.

 

“H-hey!” Bart called out hands up as I hadn’t taken my Lexington away from his face, nor had I truly looked away from him.

 

I loved my Kiroshi.

 

“Bartolomeo. Perhaps now you are more willing to listen?”

“Yeah! Yeah sure whatever you want! Yeah the hold has the chrome! I swear they threatened me! Kajetan had a gun up to my head! Honest! He nearly kidnapped me once and–”

“I really don’t care.” I told him simply because I didn’t.

 

I didn’t believe for a second he was just being threatened. You don’t usually have an orgy with a guy that was threatening your life.

 

Or maybe you did? Hell if I know how Night City scumbags ran things. Fucking weirdos.

 

No, I had no doubt that Bart thought he was cool and dangerous for having gangster connections.

 

“What what are you going to do to us?” The woman sitting besides Bart asked, she had been slowly trying to gather her clothes to cover herself after realizing the situation she was in.

 

“You and that one aren’t any of my interest. You are free to go once we get where we are going.” I told the woman.

 

“Wait. What? Going?” Bart asked, looking around in confusion, before seemingly remembering he was on a yacht.

 

That his yacht could actually move.

 

“Take a look for yourself. Feel free to jump into the water if you want to escape early, but I wouldn’t recommend it.” I told them as I pointed at the front of the boat. “I want all of you out there on the front of the boat. Get dressed and get moving.” I ordered and the girls were quick to listen, reaching around to grab clothes and start dressing themselves.

 

“Bart that means you.” I demanded my Lexington still aimed at him and he hurried to find a pair of pants amidst the party mess.

 

I simply turned away. Taking only a moment to grab the empty Burya. Didn’t want to risk someone finding some ammo for it, and headed back out and into the bridge.

 

We hadn’t gone too far. This thing wasn’t exactly a speed boat. So I only made a slight adjustment to the course. Of course as I was doing that I was seeing a lack of three gonks standing out on the front of the boat so I could keep track of them.

 

I walked back down, noticing the three had mostly huddled together. The girls now dressed, if not decent. While Bart looked like he was searching for something, tearing through the cabinets and couches.

 

Ah he probably had a gun somewhere.

 

I fired a round into the fancy molding above his head earning screams from all three.

 

Heh. Bart screamed like a girl.

 

“I said get to the front of the boat. Perhaps I wasn’t clear.”

 

The three hurried out barely dressed and terrified. With that done I went back up to the bridge to navigate to the drop off.

 

—–

 

With the three gonks at the front of the boat, I was able to sail it down the coast while keeping an eye on them. The one time they thought to try and sneak back inside, I had come down with a warning shot that had come much closer to hitting than they had liked.

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So they stayed where I wanted them.

 

I was actually surprised at the lack of response. No NCPD patrol boats tracking us. Or AV’s flying in to launch a MaxTac team.

 

It was just a quiet trip through the waters until we left the sights of the city behind and towards our destination.

 

Then slowly I spotted my stop. A few trucks sitting out near the water with a dozen or so workers ready to haul the loot out of the hold. The only place along the coast that was low enough to get on, but wasn’t a beach. It was old concrete, a boat dock at one point years and years ago, but had been abandoned for decades.

 

Ichi and Malcolm had found it, and so we had our meetup point,.

 

As I approached nice and slow, cables were thrown over and only once I had the engine off did I head out to grab the cables and lock the boat in place.

 

Everyone was wearing masks hiding their faces and quickly got to work, setting up a ramp and dragging hand trucks up to start unloading the crates.

 

Richard gave me a nod as he passed by.

 

In the end Hiromi had pushed for using the SLS for this gig. I still hated the idea, but we needed the muscle to get this shit out of here at any real speed.

 

Besides as much as they all listened to me. I wasn’t their boss. We all worked together. Even if I did a bit more a lot of the time.

 

Ichi, Malcolm, Hiromi and I would be keeping an eye on the trucks to make sure nothing disappeared as we transported everything back to a storage yard that Ichi and I had put together for us.

 

The three gonks were pulled off the boat by a few of the SLS and pushed out of the way.

 

There was no need to worry about holding onto them.

 

We were in the middle of the desert miles from Night City. They must have realized it too, as the girls mostly stayed huddled together, while Bart continued to glare and curse under his breath.

 

Especially when crates of chrome started being pulled off the yacht.

 

Each one made the man angrier.

 

But he wasn’t a complete fool. He kept himself quiet just glaring.

 

Just as the first few crates started getting pulled out of the yacht my Quadra pulled up.

 

Hiromi had dropped me off at the Marina, and had driven my Quadra out to meet me. I walked over and noticed the eager look on her face as she stepped out of the car, but she didn’t move away from it, just leaning against the car as she looked on as more and more chrome was put into our hands.

 

“It’s amazing.” She whispered and I nodded along as Hiromi looked on at all the hard work she had done.

 

After all, I might be the one handling all the combat and stuff, but logistics were Hiromi’s speciality.

 

Hiromi and I watched on, after she gave me back the key to my Quadra and we watched on as the trucks were loaded up, each crate representing a ton of eddies for our pockets.

 

Then when the hold was emptied it was show time.

 

The BD needed a finale after all.

 

I walked back onto the boat making sure it was empty. I noticed the lounge area in the lower decks was suddenly far less full of money and drugs.

 

I rolled my eyes at the SLS but if they wanted to grab a bonus as long as they stayed away from the chrome I wouldn’t complain.

 

The yacht was let free despite Bart yelling asking what was going on.

 

It took a minute to angle the yacht out to sea. Then I hit the engine and ran.

 

I leapt off the boat landing in the shallow water as the yacht started its journey out into the pacific.

 

“That! That’s my yacht!” Bart yelled looking at me in anger.

 

But I ignored him, unfortunately for him, the gig wasn’t over yet.

 

I walked over to my Quadra under the watchful eyes of my crew, the SLS and the three prisoners.

 

There I pulled out of my trunk a special surprise.

 

The case was heaved out and then opened, and the moment the kids saw what I was pulling free they all screamed in surprise.