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Betad by Priapus, Priapus
Guild of Gamers: The Architect
Chapter 04: Rebecca
– Seiji Moriyama –
It is by no means some great surprise when things do not go my way. Half of my job is making countermeasures for when things inevitably go wrong. What differentiates exceptional agents from good ones is their ability to adapt when things go pear-shaped. Any idiot with a gun can follow a carefully laid-out, step-by-step plan; it takes a professional to adapt when the plan is torn to shreds and used as toilet paper by your rivals, enemies, or incompetent allies.
I've had plans backfire for many, many reasons… and I can't even say that this is the first time that my plan has gone sideways due to someone's horniness.
Watching Rebecca ride me, I grip her surprisingly curvy hips and admire her bouncing tits as she rides me. This wasn't meant to go this way, damn it. I cheated on our bet, blatantly in a way that any idiot would have been able to catch, and then basically bullied her into paying up and sucking my cock anyway. She's supposed to be angry, not turned on.
"F-fuck! Why does such a nice cock have to be attached to a cock-sucking corpo douchebag like you?" Rebecca moans, one hand groping her breast and tweaking her nipple as she rides me. Foiled by my own cock. That's a first, I'll admit.
She's the lynchpin of my plan, and I need her angry and eager to betray me. I don't need her getting attached just because I've got a nicer cock than whatever fuckboy she usually rides. Damn it, I should have pressured Lucy, not Rebecca.
I go to respond, but she puts her other hand on my mouth.
"I told you. I'm on top, you don't talk," Rebecca taunts, proud to have the power over a corpo. I consider my options before I let a smirk cross my lips and she has exactly no time to react as I start a quickhack. Her smugness fades real fast as her body locks up, falling onto mine as I roll us over and pull out of her. Her limbs twitch as my hack paralyses them, her smug smirk going to a furious glare in an instant.
"You fucking limp-dicked piece of shit-" Rebecca starts, pausing as I spread her legs wide, exposing her already wet cunt. "Don't you fucking- argh- fucking dare, asshole."
"Really, Rebecca. You thought I'd give up control," I reply calmly, sliding my hand up her side to play with her breasts as I grind my cock against her pussy. "That's not how I roll, I'm afraid."
Before she can respond, I flip her onto her front and lift her so she's on her knees with her ass high in the air and her arms uselessly under her, her face pressed into my bedsheets. Unable to move, unable to even try to close her legs, Rebecca can do nothing but remain there as I move into position and slide right back into her.
One hand on the back of her head, forcing her face down further so her growls and curses are muffled, the other spanks her pale, white ass as I begin to pound her cunt with zero hesitation or mercy, reshaping her insides as I use her for my own pleasure. We agreed to her being on top, in control, and I broke my word immediately. Even she should be able to see that this means I can't be trusted and she should go with her instincts on the mission and betray me.
– Rebecca –
Why was this so fucking hot?!
With her body locked up with a quickhack, she couldn't do anything but lie there and take his big, fat corpo cock as he took her from behind, ruthlessly spanking her ass and yanking on her hair as he abused her. So… why did it feel so fucking good?!
Maybe it was the way her inability to do anything meant she was totally focused on the feeling of his massive cock pumping into her, tearing her pussy apart. Maybe she was just a freak who got off to the pain and degradation. Maybe the cunt was just really good in bed. Either way, her body was fucking loving it as he pounded her, hammering her into the bedsheets without a care.
"Ngh! F-fuck you, you piece of shit corpocunt," Rebecca growled out as her head turned to the side, seeing the smug satisfaction on his face as he took her however the fuck he wanted. She was no Netrunner; she knew fuck all about quickhacking compared to Lucy or Kiwi, and she had no chance in hell of undoing whatever he had done to her. This corpo gonk had her dead to rights, completely at his mercy.
Fuuuuck… she was a freak because the thought alone made her cunt clench down harder on his invading shaft. It was just about the only part of her body below the neck she could still control. As he picked up speed, she realised her merc womb was about to get flooded with corpo cum and once again, why the fuck did she find that so hot?!
Well, it wasn't like pregnancy was a threat. Her self-scan would pick that up real fast, and there were a million ways to get rid of that lil issue. Fuck, she was making excuses why getting creampied wasn't a bad thing! No, no, no, no.
Do not cum. Seiji was about to creampie her, and she was not going to cum from the feeling.
As Seiji slammed into her, the heat of his seed flooding her inner passage made her cum as she mentally asked herself what the fuck was wrong with her. He rested inside her, giving her ass one final slap as he pulled out and moved off the bed. As he poured himself a drink, she realised she could move again and slowly rose to her feet and hopped off the bed, a glare in her eyes as she stared at him.
"Where's mine, asshole?" Rebecca spat, getting a laugh from him as he poured her a glass and offered it to her. She snatched it out, spilling some from the sheer force behind her movement. She took some pleasure in seeing that smug smirk fall slightly as she spilt his expensive whiskey onto his expensive carpet. Downing it in a single go, she slammed it down on the wooden desk and gestured for another.
She knew she was pushing his buttons, nearly damaging his no doubt obscenely expensive wooden desk or fancy glasses, but he just snorted and pushed the entire bottle to her. Grabbing it, she chugged it and once more deliberately spilt it onto the floor.
She was both angry and yet strangely amused when her body locked up a second time, falling flat on her face before he grabbed her and lifted her into a standing full nelson, uncaring of the booze bottle staining his fancy carpet as he readjusted and- oh fuck, that wasn't her pussy!
"Looks like you need some… disciplining, bitch," Seiji whispered into her ear as his cock pressed against her exposed asshole. Before she could respond, he dropped her directly onto it. His arms went under her legs and then locked behind her head as he began to thrust up into her ass, pinning her smaller body against his muscular chest as he took her from behind.
She'd like to say she cursed him back, keeping up her attitude and getting under his skin. What she actually did was squeal, moan and gasp as his fat cock ruined her virgin asshole, cumming from having his cock impaled inside her backdoor.
She'd also like to say she kicked his ass for pounding hers once he finally let her down, his cum leaking from her cunt and asshole. Instead, she lay on his fancy fucking silk sheets that cost more than her apartment and passed out, dreaming of that stupid fucking corpo cock.
– Seiji Moriyama –
Damn it.
I'm starting to think I need a backup plan.
As for what I am actually trying to achieve? Terrorism, I'm trying to do terrorism. To be more specific, I'm trying to do biological terrorism and push all the blame onto Biotechnica.
This isn't just for the fun of it. Abernathy has forced me into a very shitty situation and I need to accelerate my plans if I want to survive. Any corpo would tell you that the best way to rise in this world is to kick someone else down and in this case, Biotechnica is that someone. Especially because if I want to use my Vault to make my own Corp, a lot of my ideas would have me going against Biotechnica themselves, and the best thing I can do is clear the board before I make my opening move in the Corporate world.
But countless scandals will tell you that Megacorps are… durable. People are desensitised to scandals, and I could expose that the CEO of Biotechica literally eats babies and fucks puppies, or fucks babies and eats puppies, either one, and it'd be forgotten after a week. Sure, the stock price would drop a bit, and then it would stabilise and go up again. Someone in Biotechnica's counter-intel team would get shot for the fuck up, and life goes on. Kang Tao got exposed for engaging in genuine slavery in Africa, and it was forgotten instantly. The bigger the corporation, the harder it is to do anything to actually destabilise it.
So, how can you cause a serious issue for a corp? Fear. The corp needs to do something that makes the people who actually matter afraid. Not the average gonk on the street. Their opinion is worth less than nothing. Those people can't afford to be picky over which corpo they buy from and no matter what they think Biotechnica has done, they'll still consume whatever slop Biotechnica sells them because morals don't fill an empty stomach.
No. I need the other megacorps to see Biotechnica as a threat to their safety. I need the self-preservation of corpos and politicians to trigger and do the work for me.
Leaving Rebecca in my bed, I head out and drive into the badlands. I don't drive to my vault; that would be stupid. Instead, I drive to one of the countless abandoned buildings out here. Rocky Ridge is just another ghost town, and while it occasionally gets used by Nomads, it's more or less empty now, and anyone who is around makes themselves scarce as I drive my car into a decrepit garage. My Type-66 Avenger is too nice for this place, and anyone who sees it generally understands that I'm probably too dangerous to fuck with. In a world of Cyberware, money is power, and people know it. A nice car means nice cyberware. Nice cyberware means I can kill you faster than you can rob me.
Closing the garage (with some effort thanks to how decrepit this place is, I get back into my car and activate my relay. Rocky Ridge would be worthless except for small thing. It's perfectly in the range of my Vault's teleport array while also being nowhere near the Vault itself. So, anyone who follows me will be left scratching their head tearing the place apart looking for secret tunnels or hidden bases that just don't exist.
Getting out again, I walk through my vault to my lab. I've been putting my new… power to the test, trying to work out exactly what I am capable of building and in the end, I came to a decision on my first major project.
The cloned meat and Vault-grown fruit and vegetables are useful, don't get me wrong, but the food monopoly is held tightly by Biotechnica and even if I have better products, I'd be fighting one hell of a war to get into the market to begin with. If I want to move into that market, I need to make sure I'm the only option people have, not the best one. That's just how the market works in Night City.
No, what I need is something to destroy Biotechnica's reputation and get them driven out of Night City. When the vacuum opens, I need to be ready to move into it before anyone else can. Thankfully, no other corp is ready to move into the food industry because Biotechnica have had such a tight grip on it that nobody could hope to tear it from their iron grasp. Even Arasaka.
So, my first project was not so benign as simply expanding my food production capabilities. No, instead I focused on finding something more damaging than that. Heading into the lab, I look into the heavily-reinforced testing chamber as the rust-red cloud fills it.
I have to give the synths credit. They're very good at following orders, and my Vault-Tech knowledge makes me good at planning the expansion of vaults. While I've been busy doing the prep work, my synths have been slowly expanding the vault, adding more space and improving certain rooms to my designs. This testing chamber is a mixture of Vault-Tech and Institute tech, prepared to handle the admittedly incredibly damaging substance I have inside.
I watch with satisfied eyes as whatever I teleport into the room is eaten by the Cloud, biological or synthetic. The Cloud is a 'pre-war' piece of technology, a self-replicating airborne toxin that can poison living organisms and consume non-living materials to replicate itself. It's a product of Z-43 innovative toxins plant, at Big MT, and now it's mine.
Or, to be more precise, it's Biotechnica's. Because this little beauty is undeniably biological warfare, and also hyper-illegal. After the Arasaka Sea-Mines incident, the production of anything capable of self-replicating falls deeply into the 'we will shoot you if you make this' level of illegal, which could even fuck over a powerful Megacorp. I'm already fucked thanks to my Synths, which are the same type of illegal, but that just gives me the incentive to not care about making other illegal things. When I'm already going to be killed if my secrets are discovered, what's a few more secrets hidden inside my vault?
My plan is simple. Biotechnica has several labs under their farms, and while I do intend to do exactly as I said and hit the one where Sasha is being held… I'm going to give the location of another lab to the distraction team instead. If they don't act on it, nothing bad will happen, of course. The current plan has them not going anywhere near the labs, after all. Only myself, Kiwi and Dorio will be going in. They're supposed to hit the admin building as a distraction, then retreat.
Meanwhile, I'm going to have a Courser Synth, my first, infiltrate the second lab via teleportation and set Biotechnica up by transferring falsified research data, logs, messages and emails onto Biotechnica's closed system and then set up the Cloud so it's ready to be unleashed.
Rebecca, reckless and untrusting, is supposed to attack said lab to try and rescue Lucy, fucking things over and setting the Cloud loose. I can't personally be involved in it being released. Having a disposable merc 'fuck up' and accidentally unleash Biotechnia's secret research, this deadly biological weapon, right on Night City's doorstep? That would be ideal for my needs.
The Cloud will spread, but not to the city itself. Not quickly, anyway. It will however spread over Biotechnica's massive protein farm, making the food that Night City is reliant on contaminated and maybe tickle at the edges of Pacifica and Dogtown.
It's Corpo 101. Start a problem, be the solution. My food will be valued far higher when Biotechnica loses its farm. My talents will be in much higher demand when I, or the new Corp I am making, get the Cloud under control and drive it away from the city.
Biotechnica will deny all knowledge, of course, but even if it is the truth, who is going to believe them? It's their research lab, their scientists whose names are on the data, and the Cloud itself falls under the umbrella of Biotech. I've been watching the lab. I have the names of the scientists who work there. Every single one is going to disappear the same day, and it will look like Biotechnica is covering their tracks when they can't produce any of their researchers.
But all this is hanging on a certain chaotic merc doing what I want and disobeying my orders. I've lined up the dominos, but I need Rebecca to be the one to knock down the first and begin the cascade.
And right now, she's too busy being horny to be angry. Of all the things to get in the way of my plan, Rebecca's libido wasn't one I anticipated.
But as I said. The true agents are those who can adapt to unexpected developments, turning roadblocks into assets. Which leads to my next puzzle. Why is a Valentino stalking me?
– Jackie Welles –
"What do you mean he just… disappeared?" V asked, her face in its usual scowl. Working for the devil would do that, but V had been more stressed than usual lately. Jumping at shadows, convinced everything was going to blow up in her face if things went slightly wrong. Heh, she probably wasn't wrong, given who she worked for. He'd never been one of the types to wish he was a corpo, even when there was no food on the table and no eddies in the bank, but seeing V convinced him that he was right to not want that life. What good was eddies and nice food if you were too stressed from working for psychos and vipers to enjoy it?
"I'm telling you, V, it's like fucking magic. You've got me chasing a ghost, here, not a corpo," Jackie replied. "I trailed him, just like you asked, all the way out to Rocky Ridge. Wasn't hard, his car is way too nice for this shithole. Stands out, you know?"
"Then why did you lose him?" V asked, her tone clipped.
"Hey now, don't put this on me, V. I'm telling you, I followed him, nice and carefully, all the way to his destination. He pulled into some old garage, some of the… heh, locals, saw him, and I believe them. Even got some of the old cameras working and watched it myself," Jackie explained. "But now? He's not come out, and the garage is empty. There are a couple of exits he could have used, but the car? Nada. Nothing that big or with an engine that loud could slip out the back door, chica. It's fucking spooky."
"Sounds like he has a tunnel set up," V replied, her face scrunching up in that 'analytic' look she got when she got new intel. He just thought it made her look like she was trying to hold in a fart.
"V, I might not be a big dangerous corpo bitch like you, but I ain't stupid. I'm telling you, there's no tunnel. I can see where the tire tracks end, the ground is just… dirt. No secret passages, no magical tunnel," Jackie replied. "Who the fuck even is this guy?"
"I told you. He's a rogue Arasaka asset," V responded, predictably telling him nothing. He liked V, he really did. She was a good girl behind that Corporate assassin shit, just got in with the wrong crowd. Heh. He knew a thing or two about that; only the ones holding her leash were more dangerous than some Valentino boss. But this was why he was always hesitant to work with her, because she even treated her friends like mushrooms. In the dark, fed a load of shit. The corpo life was toxic to whoever was sucker enough to live it, and doubly so to all their friends because corpos got ahead by stepping on everyone else.
"V. You know I've got your back, but I need to know what the fuck you're getting me into," Jackie replied, his tone firm but understanding. V, proving that she wasn't as heartless as she liked to pretend, flinched slightly before sighing deeply.
"He's my… coworker, I guess. Counter-intel, like me. Only, there's a big shake-up going on with the higher-ups and Seiji has switched sides from Jenkins, my boss, to Abernathy, his rival. Jackie, don't make that face. This is serious. Jenkins has me on a tight leash, he got me this job, and he knows where all my skeletons are buried. I can't cross him. Worse, Seiji knows I can't turn on Jenkins, which means we've just gone from rivals to enemies. Jenkins wants him dead, Seiji knows Jenkins wants him dead, and he knows that Jenkins won't dirty his hands himself. Which means Seiji either knows, or will work out soon, that I've been tasked with capturing him," V explained. There she went, lying again. She wasn't trying to capture him, she wanted to zero his ass to save her own. "And Seiji is one dangerous motherfucker. I know him. The moment he suspects I'm after him, he'll strike first. I'm a better hacker than him, but he's better in a fight. If he gets the drop on me, it's over."
"And you can't use the rest of your fancy assets because they're Seiji's assets too," Jackie continued.
"Exactly. I can list the number of assets that I have access to that Seiji doesn't, at the very least, know about on one hand. I wasn't kidding when I said you were the only one I could rely on for this, Jackie," V admitted. "Get out of there, and send me the location. I don't know where the fuck he went, but the last thing I need is him finding you lurking around that garage when he gets back."
"Again, V, I ain't stupid. Left before I called," Jackie replied with a roll of his eyes. "You think I was gonna sit around waiting for a teleporting corpo assassin to reappear and gut me?"
"He's not teleporting, Jackie. Cloaking, maybe, or a very well hidden tunnel," V sighed. "Damn it. What the hell is he doing? His job is in the Biotechnica flats, nowhere near Rocky Ridge."
He was starting to think Misty was right to try and warn him away from this job, in her usual vague, spiritual way. But, V was a friend and as much of a pain in his ass as she could be with her cloak and dagger shit, if this Seiji was planning to zero her, then he was going to have her back.
– Seiji Moriyama –
Oh, V.
V, V, V.
You really shouldn't have done that.
I'm honestly disappointed that she's not realised that I'm being framed by Abernathy. Jenkins must be really breathing down her neck if she's not even had a chance to double-check the intel and confirm that it's legitimate. If there was anyone else in our branch that I was sure would see it as fake, it would be V. She's the only one in the entire branch that I am willing to see as a genuine rival.
Jenkins is a problem, not a rival. Abernathy is two promotions too high to be a rival to someone still at my level. The rest of our branch are… competent but not impressive. The type of people whose names I occasiaonally have to remind myself of because while they can do their job, they are all so… interchangeable. Graduates of one of Arasaka's Academies, usually, with all the personality beaten out of them.
V is the closest in skill and efficiency to me, and if it wasn't for the fact that Jenkins has his foot on her neck, she'd probably be far closer to me. Jenkins fears his weapon growing out of control, so he suppresses her growth as best he can, being a deadweight, dragging her down. If she had been free to grow, I'd be far more afraid of her. Even now, she's working on incomplete data thanks to Jenkins, no doubt keeping most of what he 'found' to himself. Funnily enough, it might have saved his life if he had shared the data with her, since V would see it as false and expose Abernathy's plot. Instead, he doesn't trust her with all the pieces to the puzzle, and it means he's fallen for Abernathy's game, so now I have to kill him to get the target off my back.
Jenkins remains a clown. There's only so far sheer savagery can take you in this life and he's hit that ceiling. Naturally, instead of adapting his methods, he's doubled down and started attacking the ceiling, the ankles of everyone above him and now he's turned his incompetent violence on those below him as well. Honestly, I should have killed him ages ago, when he missed out on his big promotion and began to spiral. I just didn't want his job.
Jackie Welles. Former member of the Valentinos, turned unimpressive merc. He's a solo who wants to be the next Morgan Blackhand, but his record of minor jobs and petty achievements shows someone whose ambition is far outreaching his talent.
Family? Raúl Welles left Night City years ago after being hospitalised by… Jackie Welles. Unsurprising. His mother, Guadalupe Alejandra Welles, owns El Coyote Cojo, a bar in the Glen frequented by Valentinos. So Jackie didn't fall out of favour with the gang and left peacefully? Well, the Valentinos are a poser gang. Of all the 'major' gangs in Night City, they're the least dangerous by far. The bar and its owner, usually called 'Mamá Welles' even by non-family members, seem well-liked. Possible Valentino support if I decide to target that weak point.
The rest of his family are deceased, most of whom were brothers who joined the Valentinos and got zeroed for it. Friends? V and one Viktor Vektor, a ripperdoc of considerable talent and too many merc clients for me to target. Loved ones? Misty Olszewski, current girlfriend and owner of… Misty's Esoterica and Chakra Harmonisation?
Ugh.
If the time comes to target Jackie's loved ones, I'm targeting Misty on sheer principle. Her store doubles as the front for Viktor's ripperdoc store, but as far as I can tell, she's just some new age crystals and tarot girl. Her passport shows she's travelled but often to… spiritual places, and she always ends up back in Heywood. That's just sad. But I suppose that's Night City, for you. Nobody really escapes it. She went all the way to Nepal and still found herself living two streets from where she was born. There's a special kind of mental illness that all Night City locals share, making us act like abused wives swearing the city will change as we come back, no matter how it treats us.
Fuck, I've seen more places than her and yet here I am, hiding under the Badlands just a few miles from Night City. Once this city has its hooks in you, it takes someone far more talented than me to pull them out.
Going through my usual set of hacks to make sure my new friend Jackie is well and truly compromised, I sigh to myself. I do like V. She's perhaps the only other person in the NA branch that I genuinely respect, even if I think she should have murdered Jenkins long ago. But she's not wrong. Now that I know she's coming for me, I am going to strike first and strike hard.
But it's not so easy. If I hit at V, Jenkins goes ballistic. She's his last crutch, the last piece of duct-tape holding together his spiralling mind from shattering and going scorched earth. Sure, he'd die during it, but not before making one hell of a mess for everyone involved. I can't take out V until I'm ready to take out Jenkins. I can't take out Jenkins until I'm ready to deal with Abernathy herself, one way or the other. I can't do any of that until I finish the Biotechnica job.
But I don't appreciate leaving V hanging over me like a Sword of Damocles. She's just good enough at her job that she could, maybe, possibly, catch me off guard if she moves first. I need to control when and where she strikes, and Jackie will be my tool for that. There's a chance she notices the hacks, as she said she's a… better netrunner than me. But, if she does, she'll know I did them and that Jackie is compromised. It'll take away a potential tool, slowing her down. It'll warn her that I'm on to her, and put her on the defensive, anticipating an attack that isn't coming.
Well, not yet.
Continuing my deepdive into Jackie Welles, building a psych profile and preparing to remove the knife V is positioning at my back, I pause as another of my programs pings me. Naturally, the moment I hired Maine, I compromised him too. I'd be shocked if Kiwi hadn't noticed, but she's smart enough to know that I'm just… taking precautions, and I didn't do the same to Kiwi or Lucy, as I didn't want to give them a reason to go looking for other hacks.
One Gloria Martinez has just messaged Maine, and as this isn't relevant to my current job, I normally wouldn't care. Moving quickly, I use the brief delay brought in by my hack to divert the message and ensure Maine never gets it.
An experimental Sandevistan, huh? Gloria, you naughty girl. Scavenging your patients and selling anything you find to mercs. She's an EMT for REO Meatwagon, and I'm guessing this isn't the first time she's 'borrowed' a piece or three from her deceased patients.
Well, I was thinking that I needed my own source of cyberware beyond killing Scavs and taking whatever tech they had that was worth something. My Courser program could use all the advantages that it can get.
— Bonus Scene — Gloria Martinez
Whoever responded to her was not Maine, and that sent a shard of ice into her heart. In fact, they weren't even pretending to be Maine, making it clear that she was exposed and utterly fucked.
She was well aware of the danger of her… side-biz, but her job didn't pay well enough for her to provide for her and David of her paycheck alone.
Someone had found out, maybe her comms had been hacked or more likely, Maine's had. People wouldn't have much reason to hack some random single mother, but Maine was a merc with ambitions, more likely to run afoul of some netrunner.
And now that Netrunner had her by the balls and was clearly unafraid of squeezing. They'd mentioned David, not just by name but by the class he was in right now. Pointing out that if she were exposed, she'd lose her job and be expected to repay all the eddies she'd earned through her illegal scavenging. She couldn't repay a single stolen piece, let alone all of it.
And if she lost her job, David would lose his place in the academy, even if she was somehow able to miraculously produce the eddies needed to both repay her debt and continue paying his tuition without her regular paycheck, let alone her supplemental income.
Sending a message to David that she'd be working late, she made her decision as she headed to the meeting point the message gave. She wished she could say this was her first time being blackmailed, but she'd lived in Night City too long for that.
Arriving at the long abandoned gas station in the Badlands, she immediately second guessed herself for coming here. If there was ever a place to kill someone and harvest their cyberware, it was here. But then, most buildings in the Badlands had that creepy, serial killer hideout vibe.
Entering the room she'd been ordered to, she looked around the empty backroom in confusion before another message confirmed she was in the right place. Then, her cyber-optics shut off, and her body locked up as five different quick-hacks hit her.
Unable to hear, see or move, she was left defenceless and unfeeling for what felt like an hour before her eyes returned to her, blinking as she sat up on the cold, metal floor of a pristine-looking room. Great. Just fucking great. Now, she was meeting a blackmailer who could quickhack her at will, and she'd been relocated to who knows where. She never should have started dealing with mercs- oh, who was she kidding? She'd do the same all over again.
"Strip and enter the decontamination chamber," a cold, female voice demanded, and given how fucked she currently was, Gloria decided to go along with them. If she was lucky, this ended with her being blackmailed into poverty rather than killed and harvested for parts.
Stripping naked, she looked around before she reached the only door and saw the small, strange chamber inside it. Entering, it closed behind her and she gasped as it sprayed her with a white mist, flashing lights tickling her body as whatever process they were doing took place.
Decontamination? Decontamination from what? What did they think she was carrying?
Her cyberware picked up a deep scan, the chamber checking her for any and everything. She didn't even know what half the scans were for.
As the doors on the other side opened, she stepped out and froze as she found someone waiting for her. Not the speaker, given their clearly male physique though they were wearing a full-face mask preventing her from seeing any features.
"My apologies, but my employer is something of a… germophobe," the man responded as she tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her arms. "Put on that bodysuit."
Gesturing to a blue package, she shuffled over and looked at the skin-tight blue outfit, made of some material she didn't recognise, and decorated with yellow lines. Well, it was better than having her tits out, she supposed as she squeezed into the outfit. The man didn't turn away, but given the weapons and the armoured suit, she guessed he was the muscle. If she twitched wrong, he'd be the one to put her down.
"Follow me," he demanded once she finished zipping it up, turning and walking through the cold, metal hallways. He set a demanding pace, moving in an almost militaristic way, as she struggled to keep up until they reached a room labelled 'the Overseer's office'.
He gestured for her to wait, entering first as she heard a quiet conversation, words muffled by the thick metal door. Was that door airtight? Fuck, what the hell had she gotten herself into?
It opened again, and he nodded for her to enter the room, gesturing exactly where to stand. in front of a large wooden desk, a good distance away from the woman sitting behind it. She did so, well aware that her survival relied on her ability to do whatever the fuck these two said. The muscle moved behind the woman, giving her the first good look at her blackmailer.
The young (though youthful looks meant nothing in a world of Cyberware) Japanese woman stared back with admittedly beautiful brown eyes, every inch of her appealing. She was dressed in a sleek, black, sleeveless, almost tactical shirt, made of a material that, again, wasn't recognisable to Gloria. What surprised her was the complete lack of visible cyberware, but she knew that usually meant expensive cyberware rather than no cyberware at all.
The muscle moved again, placing the Sandevistan on the desk, as the woman gave him a grateful nod.
"Gloria Martinez. I have a… business offer for you," the woman started, the same faintly Asian accent from over the speaker.
"Is it one I get to refuse?" Gloria asked, unable to help herself, given the way she'd been lured, bagged, relocated and stripped. The woman paused, before she gained just the smallest smile on her lips.
"It is. But you won't," she replied simply.
– Seiji Moriyama –
I've thought long and hard about how to hide the fact that I have anything to do with this new corp that I'll be making, and at the end of the day, I just need a scapegoat. Standing behind my first Courser Synth, I play the part of the silent muscle while I direct it through our cybernetic connection.
This Synth is going to be the face of my new corporation. Gloria should be honoured to be the first to get to meet 'her'.