Metals & Roses | Dum Dum NSFW | Edgerunners2077 Spin-Off

Dum Dum: 5

District: Northside, Watson

I pull to the All Foods Factory just off the east exit for Kabuki. It's 5:47AM. The factory floor was empty, not a soul was up yet making noise. Caught myself looking for the gonks on guard duty, and I found their asses in the next room over passed out high on the floor. I'm too tired to care and frankly, I don't give a rat's ass about door duty to make a big deal about sleeping on the job. Normally I would sit my ass on one of the crates in front of the computer screens like a loyal dog and watch the cameras until the next shift of guards shows up. But not tonight. Tonight's rollercoaster sent me through a wind tunnel of emotions, so much that I didn't have any fucks left to give about anything else.

Foxie was her name, the beautiful face that cannot escape from in my mind. Even though she pushed me away, and refused my help more times than I can count. Even though she'd rather not be seen with me, I can't stop thinking about her. 

The worst part is I can't hate her for not wanting any wondering eyes to see us. Together. Well, not 'together' exactly, but near each other. Breathing the same air. Me carrying her beautiful, injured body in my arms. Of course, she didn't want to be seen with me. 

A Borg and a Valentinos girl? 

I chuckle out loud just thinking about it. I'm such a fucking idiot. She would have rather bled to death than to be seen out in public with me. Would rather I let a rapist breathe another day than have the world know a Maelstrom killed in her honor. I offed at least half a dozen men tonight in that alleyway, and my gonk ass would off half a dozen more if she needed me to.

I shake my head disappointedly. I'll probably never see her again. She's going to go back to Heywood and I'm going to be stuck in Northside under the shadow of Royce doing his dirty work for who knows how long. Maelstrom rarely venture out as far as Heywood, and the Valentinos have no business in Northside. None of it should matter anyway since I doubt she would ever wanna see me again. But for what it's worth, I'd run in that alley and kill those patriots again in a heartbeat. I curl up in a chair in the breakroom next to the heater and close my eyes, embracing sleep's hold. The first thing I end up seeing when entering the darkness is her. 

*****

The next day I'm posted at The Docks near the Arasaka Waterfront. It's late afternoon, yet I barely got any shuteye. I woke up countless times from my dreams of Foxie with wood so hard it wouldn't settle down until I beat my meat. I woke up and masturbated four times to her in the corner of the shared breakroom. Almost no one was on base level, let alone at the back of the warehouse. Still... someone could have walked in on me jacking off and that wouldn't have been very pretty. 

There's a marketplace near the edge of The Docks, under the shadows of the highway bridge. We had a small base of operations on a streetside lot not too far from the market, a temporary holding area for our overseas shipments before distributing to our main bases. Brick sent me to do a spot check on the place, make sure all the rookies weren't dicking around right before a fresh shipment of soon-to-be stolen goods arrives off the boats.

Honestly, I could care less if these morons were bending over and blowing each other's backs out while they were supposed to be getting the job done. More times than most, that's typically the case. The number of times I've walked in on some dude getting sucked off may shock most, but it was a regular day in my case. If you think these dingbats work when eyes aren't around, then your gonk head is definitely shoved up your ass! So, I take my time getting to the waypoint. The warehouse wasn't going anywhere, and I had a few things on my mind I needed time to think through.