Friday Night Firefight - A Cyberpunk 2077 Isekai

Friday Night Firefight - Chapter 17

I woke the next morning to several surprises. The first came as I left my apartment and headed down to the lobby. Marcus spotted me and waved me over to his store. I had to wait while he finished with a customer who was glancing through Marcus' stock of TVs, but once she left and we were alone, Marcus flashed me a grin and beckoned me into his tiny store.

"I knew I was right about you, kid. When you were holed up in your room for a month, I was a bit worried but...damn was I right."

I glanced around his shop, hoping not to see any of the items I'd stolen yesterday gracing a display window. "You didn't sell any of the stuff here, right?"

He scowled at me before answering. "Of course not. I passed it to some friends out in Heywood. Also torched that van, so nothing can be traced back to you. I know my business."

I simply nodded as he pulled out a credit shard and handed it over with a smile.

"Everything sold quickly over there," he said. "They loved all the electronics you got ahold of. Normally, my friends would have had to come over here to the Roundabout to get everything. They were very happy with all that you...acquired."

I slotted the cred shard and my eyes widened at the amount. 22,800 eddies. That was insane. Marcus barked out a laugh as he saw my eyes bulge at the numbers. None of the jobs I pulled in the game paid nearly as well as this. Hell, most gigs you made more money selling all the loot you could collect from dead bodies.

"Kid, serious talk now. You ever get anything else you need to fence, you got my number."

He shooed me out of his shop, and as I left the lobby, I finally noticed the yellow notifications in the lower left-hand corner of my vision. Oo, several unread messages. Yay. When I got back to my apartment late last night I had fallen into bed, too exhausted to reply to anyone. Glancing through the texts, I found most were from Fred and Mor, bombarding me with questions.

'How did you klep an RCS van? How are we going to fence something this big? Are you sure this isn't going to bring too much heat on us? Jeezus, we just looked in the back and that's a lot of stuff you klepped.'

There was an hour gap where the messages tapered off. That was probably around the time Regina contacted them to help sell the goods. After that, Fred and Mor bombarded me with messages again.

As happy as I was to see both of them blowing up my phone with ecstatic messages bragging about all the money they made, it was the messages from Deng that surprised me the most. He had only sent two. The first was a simple "!" when the RCS van pulled up to the GPS coordinates I sent him. Then, a few hours later, he sent another message that read, 'You did good, kid.' Reading that made me beam with excitement. I was nearly skipping as I left the lobby.

Going by all the text messages from last night, I knew that Fred and Mor would undoubtedly have tons of questions about my heist the next time I visited them. Strangely enough, I found myself excited about the idea of popping into the alcove to chat with them. Sure, the last time I had been there it almost felt like I was intruding. But I was in a celebratory mood and knew I should check in with them.

It was still a bit early for Lizzie's, so I decided to spend a couple hours shopping. The eddies I earned were burning a hole in my pocket, and I had a shopping list a mile long. I wandered around Watson, occasionally peeking into random stores. I debated buying a SegAtari VR headset and a couple video games. It had been three months since I got to Night City, and I had never really had a chance to check out any kind of entertainment source. I was interested in what types of games had been developed over the years, but after seeing the price tag, I recoiled in shock and walked away. Maybe after a few more successful jobs.