Friday Night Firefight - A Cyberpunk 2077 Isekai

Friday Night Firefight - Chapter 26

I stretched out in the trunk of Callum Black's Villefort Cortes, trying to maneuver my body into some kind of position that wouldn't cause me pain whenever Anna made a quick turn or slammed on the breaks. She was a terrible driver, which was surprising considering I figured that the NCPD would have taught her how to handle a vehicle in a high-speed chase.

As she drove us from Callum's apartment to the Ho-oh club, I sent a bevy of messages through the group chat to everyone else, detailing my plan to kill Jotaro. Diego had dropped off Wendy at her house – where her family was overjoyed to see her after having been missing all day – and had rejoined Deng and Zion at the apartment overlooking the club. Zion had turned the abandoned apartment into a sniper's nest with a perfect view into the Ho-oh club's third floor and promised he could take out Jotaro if he showed his face. Deng was furious that I was 'willingly getting myself captured and delivered to Jotaro,' and he kept up a stream of curses to express how stupid he thought I was being.

I laid out the plan for them which was that Anna would pretend to be Callum Black's partner, delivering a new victim to Jotaro, and drop me with the Tyger Claws at the club. The Claws would deliver me up to the third floor where I'd find the computer controlling the club's NETArch and hack it to open the security blinds, giving Zion a clear shot at Jotaro and whatever Tyger Claw was up there. I knew that I couldn't break the NETArch from outside the building, but if I could log into whatever security system they had, I'd be able to shut it down from the inside.

I also made a promise to Anna, and myself, that if possible I would try and rescue any of Jotaro's victims who might still be alive. Diego and Deng would be nearby, ready to back me up if everything went to hell. I had told them to start a diversion once I got to the third floor, and was hoping that would be enough to buy me a window to escape. Only Anna knew that I no longer looked like myself but instead had assumed the identity of Wendy Buchanan. I was hoping to keep that little factoid in my back pocket and not be forced to show everyone what I was capable of.

I felt the car slow as we entered Kabuki, with Anna concentrating on navigating the winding, confusing streets. When we pulled up to the Ho-oh club, Zion sent a message through the group chat saying that he had eyes on us, and Anna warned me to get ready.

The car stopped and I heard Anna speaking to someone. In the trunk, the entire conversation was garbled, and I couldn't make out what was happening. Moments later, the trunk opened and I saw Anna.

"Drugged, handcuffed, and silenced. She should be out of it for the next five hours," said Anna as I was roughly pulled from the trunk. "Just make sure you don't remove that black shard from her neuroport or she'll be able to make calls through her Agent."

The shard was purely performative. It was a tool that Scavs and other unsavory types inserted into a person's neuroport to block any calls made from an internal Agent, effectively cutting off the target from being tracked through their phone or sending messages to be rescued. Callum had stuffed it in the real Wendy's neuroport, and I had figured out its purpose when I pulled it out and got a closer look. I deactivated it and slotted it into my own neuroport. It sat there, inert, giving off the impression I couldn't use my Agent. That was only half-true. I couldn't make any phone calls because that would have made my eyes glow gold. But I could still send and receive text messages.

I got my bearings but kept my head down, playing the part of a drugged kidnapping victim, not completely aware of what was going on. I let some fear slip onto my face and gazed around at the Tyger Claws in the garage connected to the Ho-oh. Takeshi Kazou was next to Anna and he was sneering at her unsolicited advice regarding how he should handle me. He motioned for the Tyger Claw who had pulled me from the trunk to bring me closer. He scanned me, likely pulling up the photo of Wendy Buchanan that Callum Black had sent him along with the delivery details.