[𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫...?] - 052

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Not proof read. Ending A.

                Goodnight

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Goodnight. Today was a good day.










As much as this hurts to face, Your efforts have clearly been seen.


Your words have been undoubtedly heard.


And your actions have been entirely felt.


All that's left, is for you to endure whatever comes next.










"Say you tell them to stick their offer where the Sun don't shine...just don't make the call to stormtech. We'll find another way." Johnny meets my gaze, "What exactly?" I mumble arching a brow.


"Message - didn't see it? They're gonna wipe me. Need me to explain the ins and outs?" Johnny's brows furrowed as he turns his full attention to me.


"Did you think they were just gonna drop you in another body?" My brows furrowed as I lower my gaze.


"Well thought I'd get packed and shelved. And in the best of all possible worlds, that You'd help me escape to the net..." Johnny turns his gaze away, "Not that they'd excise me. Like some fuckin tumor..."


"Figurin out something that might work versus a surgical procedure. Choice is clear, Johnny." I mumbled meeting his gaze.


"So this is how it ends..." Johnny exclaims exhaling a plume of smoke as I ran a hand through my hair, "I'm sorry." I mumbled shaking my head. "I get it. I do. Your choice to make, not mine." Johnny seated himself beside me.



The stormtech logo appeared in my peripheral vision.


"N/N right? The meeting spot, are you there?" The storm tech surgeon states, "Yeah." I mumble - Johnny rises to his feet and sparks a cig. "Okay good - the AV's on its way, it should be there soon." I cut the call.


"Just...just need...a moment to think..." Johnny mumbles as I spark a cig - i messaged Vik - Kiwi - Panam - David - Falco and Rebecca.


Entering a coma is the most likely scenario with how much damage the relic has done to my body - for how long? I don't know.


My merc career and capacity for chrome is probably gonna die.


At least I'll live.


In my peripheral vision a name appeared - Kiwi. "Kiwi - I'll be heading to Arizona for my operation." I stated casting my gaze towards the city.


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