Friday Night Firefight - A Cyberpunk 2077 Isekai

Friday Night Firefight - Chapter 68

Ever since getting dropped ass-first into Night City, I'd experienced more firsts than I could count. The first time I woke up outside, naked and disoriented. The first time I'd been mugged. The first time I killed a man. The first time I fought in a gang war.

Firsts stopped feeling special after a while; they became routine. But even with all that, I wasn't prepared for my first time leading a small army through a forgotten underground tunnel network alongside Idris-fucking-Elba, aiming to take down the servers of a gang we planned to supplant in one of Night City's most notorious districts. The tunnel stretched out ahead of us, a maw of darkness that was swallowed up by darkness in every direction. It was the dead of night, and my squad was picking its way carefully towards Pacifica.

Reed walked beside me, silent as usual, his eyes scanning the path without offering any reassuring words. A few paces ahead, Deng's silhouette moved with a steady confidence, like he was used to leading a bunch of soldiers into battle. Surrounding us were dozens of members of The Pack, men and women who'd trained under Deng since we started forming the gang, back when we were nothing more than a scrappy group trying to make a name for ourselves. Now...we weren't so small anymore. Bringing up the rear was Sandra and her netrunner crew – a bunch of tech wizards who looked wildly out of place in this dank, crumbling maze but who were essential for what came next. Their mission was to seize control of the Voodoo Boys' Rezo Agwe servers while we dealt with the rest of their forces.

The maglev tunnels were relics from a failed city project, remnants of a bygone era when people were trying to rebuild Night City from the ground up. Concrete walls were streaked with rust and lined with broken lights, each a marker of abandoned dreams and forgotten promises from mayors and corporations long gone. Our footsteps echoed in the dark, each step swallowed by the cold and damp of the tunnels.

I glanced at the digital clock in the corner of my vision and then tapped out a quick message, checking in with our teams. The signal flickered and strained through the dense, crumbling corridors, but I knew it would push through eventually.

Noah: everyone in position? Everyone ready?

The seconds dragged on as I waited for the replies. Eventually, one by one, messages started to ping in.

Diego: main force ready to advance toward Batty. Once you send the go, ETA five minutes.

Diego was spearheading the bulk of our force, tasked with drawing the Voodoo Boys' attention. His team was set to converge on the old Batty Hotel, the heart of the VDB presence in Pacifica. Our job – mine, Reed's, and Deng's – was to secure the old Pacifica Serenity Bible Church and give Sandra the opening she needed to wrest control of the Rezo Agwe servers. Once she had them locked down, The Pack would surge in, attacking VDB positions and sowing chaos.

Zion: sniper teams on standby.

Zion had spent hours pouring over maps of Pacifica, marking sightlines and plotting the ideal perches for his sharpshooters. Now, his two teams were idling just outside the district, ready to rush in and provide overwatch and cover fire from high positions. Their scopes would sweep the district, hunting for any threats that could disrupt our main offensive.

Cyndi: south of Pacifica. Ready to go when you are.

Cyndi's force was lean and agile, designed more for quick raids than hard pointing a target. Her crew would weave through the alleys and battered streets of Pacifica, hitting smaller VDB outposts that were scattered throughout the district. Her targets were the guard posts, the small-time muscle who were watching over the VDB-operated fronts – gun shops, streetwear stores, and a ripperdoc's clinic. I'd used a network of homeless informants in the district to sniff out locations where the VDB had small presences, and now Cyndi's team was poised to sweep in and dismantle them.