Two In The City Of Night (Cyberpunk Edgerunners X Army Of Two)

Chapter 1: The Army Of Two (More like Three)

Explosions and gunfire ripped through the tight street as two fully geared men hunkered down behind a car turned onto its side. Civilians had long gone inside or had run away from here. Bullet holes and large craters scattered around the streets as a whole crew of enemy gang men, dressed in all various outfits, and decked out in all sorts of chrome poured let towards the two men's position. 

"Shit man, I didn't expect us to run into the fucking Triads?!" roared the smaller of the two men. He leaned out from the side of the car and let out a small burst from his rifle, dropping two of the gang men. "I mean really?! In all of fucking China, it had to be here in Shanghai?!"

"What do you mean you didn't expect? It's China, their home turf", the bigger man grumbled in response. He leaned out from the side of the car letting out a long burst of gunfire from his machine gun. "Salem, I'm running low."

"Same here pal", responded Salem. He turned back into cover as a hail of bullets sprayed the place he was just standing in. Readjusting his yellow metallic smiling mask that covered his whole face, except the eyes, he tilted his rifle to the side, checking the ammo counter before clicking his tongue in annoyance. "We're not ganna last for another two minutes with these ass wipes spraying and praying." 

"Keep them busy. I'll try to get a hold of Emma again", ordered the big man as he called her again his interface, leaning back into cover. 

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN FUCKING DOING?!" Pissed off to the max, Salem threw his rifle onto the ground and pulled over a large grenade launcher strapped to his back. On its side, painted in yellow were the words, PROTOTYPE, scrawled over the black paint. "OH FUCK THIS, I'M USING THE PROTOTYPE!" 

The big man turned hearing his friend utter the one line he didn't wish to hear today. "YOU IDIOT DO-"

But it was too late. Salem aimed the grenade launcher upwards and screamed out a quote. "SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!" Pulling the trigger, a loud THUMP could be heard, as a small projectile launched high up into the air through the barrel over the car. A small trail of blue smoke followed behind the projectile as it soared through the air.

The gang men stopped firing as they watched the projectile fly high up into the air, their eyes and heads tracking it. The big man could only watch from the side of the car as the projectile landed amongst the crowd, and rolled a bit before coming to a complete stop at the feet of one of the gang men. Leaning down, he picked up the small round circular device and watched it out let out a tiny spark before letting small bits of smoke. 

The crowd let out a laugh as they resumed firing onto their position, clearly humored and amused by the failed attempt to turn the situation. 

The big man turned to Salem and let out a deep sigh before grabbing Salem by the straps of his armored vest. "What the hell were you thinking?! You could've gotten us both killed!"

Salem shrugged pushing his hands off of him. "It hasn't even finished doing its thing you fuck."

"What?!" Rios turned in time to hear the sounds of a loud explosion go off, sending shrapnel, debris and smoke everywhere, followed by another loud explosion and another. The two hunkered down behind the car once again as they felt the explosions vibrate through the floor. "Fuck me."

Letting out a small laugh, Salem punched Rios in the shoulder. "I fucking told you. It ain't done doing its thing!"

As the explosions stopped, Salem and Rios leaned out from the side of the car to see that the crowd was no more, and in its place were scattered corpses, bits and pieces of them at least. Broken pieces of weapons were here and there. It was just a nightmare of a scene to look at. It was at that very moment, Rios's call managed to get through as a feminine voice burst out over the intercom. "I thought I made it very clear to the both of you. To. Not. Use. The. PROTOTYPE?!"