Cyberpunk 2071: Never Fade Away

1 - Friday Night Fire Night

"..." : Speech

'...' : Thoughts

(...) : Translation

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ACT 1: How Are the Mighty Fallen.

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Year: 2071
Location: Club in Jig-Jig Street - Japantown - Night City

The cards were set, the players impatient. The digital dealer held her hands out next to the last turned cards, three aces! Y/n looked at his hand and then eyed the competition. A confident smirk always plastered on his face.

The boss of the small club in Japantown they were in began tapping his foot, clearly not a fun of the theatrics his adversary was displaying. Y/n finally let them rip, showing his hand to the entire room. Everyone's jaw dropped at the turn of events. He had absolutely nothing, a terrible play. The boss laughed with his four of a kind hand.

"Well choom. Time to cough up them eddies."

He said, using a sarcastic tone to address his guest. Y/n leaned on his chromed metallic left arm. He had no chips left but that didn't seem to bother him.

"Well, you see, I don't have any on me right now."

The guards around him reached for their guns. No one scams the boss. He continued speaking in a calm and cool manner.

"But! I am currently taking on a gig that will get me out your eeh... giri." (debt)

"A gig you say. I have no patience for you. You will pay now, rip out his chrome."

"Come on. I'm so close to being done with it. It won't take me more than a couple seconds."

"And what sort of gig only takes a couple seconds to complete?"

Y/n interlocked his metal fingers with his regular arm, hiding his face behind and glaring menacingly at the boss. His smile grew as his expression darkened sadistically. He grinned maleficently as he answered.

"Killing you, of course."

The guards in the room all began shooting at him. Blasting the seat off. The boss blinked and all of his guards were riddled with holes. The entire club lost their shit as they ran to the nearest exit, except the boss of course. Who was too in shock to even move.

"See? Told you it would only take a couple of seconds."

"Who are you?"

Y/n activated his sandevistan reappearing in front of him with one of the guard's guns pointed at his head.

"Who else? Your executioner, choom."

A final bang marked the end of one of japantowns most feared boss.

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Y/n got off his custom Kusanagi CT-3X. A beautiful red bike which matched his jacket. He grabbed his iron and placed it on his waist hidden by his large crimson jacket. It had a missing sleeve on the left arm, a custom model for a big shot such as himself with a cyberarm.

He turned back to the entrance of the building he had driven to after his gig. It was swarming with no names waiting outside the club. They moved out of his way with their mouth dropped whispering stuff like.

"Holy fuck! It's him! It's actually him!" or "Check it out! He came!"

Yeah, people either wanted to be him or fuck him. Or maybe kill him, but no one would be dumb enough to try. Especially not here, in the Afterlife where he had so many friends. He made his way down the stairs, making sure to wink at a girl which caught his attention, making her giggle uncontrollably. He reached the security guard, blocking the entrance. A huge guy with all types of fighting chrome enhancements and a mean face to scare all unwelcome individuals. Y/n wasn't unwelcome, so when the guard saw him, he moved to the side letting him in with a fist bump.