Cybergate 2027 - A Baldur's Gate 3 / Cyberpunk 2077 Crossover

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The police channel was rife with chatter about a big heist in a jewellery auction, conducted by a Zhentarim gang, that went terribly wrong. Four security guards and two robbers were dead, and now a car with three heavily armed criminals was racing through the streets with police cruisers in pursuit. Wyll set the car's navigation to the location, and in mere minutes they spotted sirens nearby. Two black-and-white vehicles with armoured fronts were chasing a slate-coloured Chevalier sedan on a busy three-lane road. When they got near it, a man popped out of a window with a combat rifle. He fired two bursts into the nearest cruiser's front window.

"Officer down!" someone howled on the comms channel. "My gods, officers down!"

The cruiser veered off the lane and crashed into a sausage stand. Wyll gritted his teeth, and Lae'zel drew her pistol. "Any chance you've got a patrol rifle here?"

"I'm a freelance detective, Enforcer; we don't carry heavy weapons."

She unbuckled the seatbelt and rolled down the window. "Then just keep the car steady."

"With cars on every side and stressed-out civilians," Wyll said with a sarcastic smile. "This calls for sports mode." He pressed a button, and the Bentley's engine revved up.

As they closed the distance, she aimed her magpistol at the criminal holding the rifle, aligning the red-dot sight with his head, and squeezed the trigger. Her slug missed by a hair's breadth. She fired again as he dived into the sedan for cover, but the shot bounced off the car's rear.

"That Chevalier has some armour."

"Figures," Wyll said. "Hold tight; I have to overtake that shuttle van."

Lae'zel grabbed onto her seat while he sped up, cutting off a slower vehicle on the left, whose driver honked like a maniac. When they had sight of the other cruiser and the sedan again, the gun-holding Zhentarim had reemerged from the window. He unleashed a burst at the police car. Its front wheel popped, and it swerved sideways, tumbling onto the pavement. Screaming pedestrians leaped out of its way before it smashed into a water hydrant.

"Tsk'va," Lae'zel muttered, covering her face against an incoming spray of water. "It's just us now." She pointed her pistol at the Chevalier's rear left wheel, closed one eye, and fired off a couple shots. The tire deflated, and she smiled in satisfaction. Then, to her dismay, it began fixing itself.

"Those shka'keth Zhentarim have auto-repairing wheels!"

Wyll snorted. "It's never easy, is it?"

She aimed at the same wheel. Surely, there was a limit to its self-recovery. But before she could shoot, the rifle-carrying criminal leaned out again, bringing his gun barrel toward the Bentley.

"Detective—"

"I saw him!" Wyll swerved the vehicle as gunshots whizzed around them. One punctured the rear passenger window, and he yelped.

She glared at him. "It's just a little crack—focus."

"Easy for you to say—you don't cover damages from your pocket!"

A second burst hit a civilian car to their right. Its driver slammed on the brakes in a panic, and a blue minivan crashed into it. Lae'zel growled at the sight and pointed to a truck at their front. "Try using it for cover. That Zhentarim isn't stupid enough to fire blindly."

"I hope you're right." Wyll stepped on the speed pedal, and soon they got behind the truck. She used the break to reload her magpistol. The police channel mentioned more cruisers en route, about three minutes away. She tapped on her communicator and reported that they were on the scene.