"A cybernetic hybrid? What the hell is that?"
Amidst the hail of bullets, Roqi asked instinctively.
But T-Bug didn't respond immediately—she was busy manipulating drones and robots to launch a counterattack against the incoming reinforcements.
Clearly, the enemy had anticipated the betrayal of their own security system's robotic forces.
They maneuvered tactically and swiftly repositioned.
These silver-armored machines launched a rapid assault.
The tech-charged rifles in their hands spat bullets that seemed guided, striking robotic weak points with unerring precision. Their fire-control systems were so advanced that every shot was a kill shot.
Despite the numerical advantage of the RCS drones and robots, they were being decimated. The loss count only kept rising.
It looked like an elite squad mowing down cannon fodder—utterly one-sided.
Roqi had never seen robots move with such grace.
No, not just agile—they moved with the ease and elegance of seasoned tacticians. It was an unsettling beauty Roqi had never witnessed in a machine.
Then it hit him.
That "half" in "cybernetic hybrid" meant these weren't pure machines—they were heavily augmented humans.
Once, they had been living people.
Even in Night City, where implants were as common as skin, this level of cybernetic augmentation was rare.
Adam Smasher was one of them—so extensively modified, it was more accurate to say someone had strapped a human brain onto a war machine.
By sacrificing most of their organic functions, they gained powers no flesh could possess.
Cybernetic hybrids—meat and metal forged into corporate killing machines.
Every major megacorp had them, used as last-line defense and elite strike units. Repairable, fearless, unrelenting—they served corporations like gods among men.
Most were drawn from elite combat units. Many had seen countless battles.
With every lost limb or organ, more steel replaced flesh.
Everyone knew: the more chrome, the stronger the soldier.
Though that logic ignored side effects and what replacing flesh did to one's mind and soul.
Roqi wasn't afraid of their metal bodies—it was the synergy between their combat experience and mechanized precision that made them truly terrifying.
"Shit… where did RCS get these things?" Roqi muttered, frowning.
He was hiding atop a building, peeking through a narrow gap to watch.
This wasn't in the intel Rogue had given him.
"Fuck if I know where they got them," T-Bug cursed through comms. "That's a support unit—they're not from here. They must've been redirected from somewhere else."
Even with admin access, T-Bug had found zero references to this squad. That could only mean they were off-grid—external reinforcements.
And considering RCS had over five logistics hubs just in Santo Domingo, it wasn't surprising. Hell, one port alone rivaled the throughput of coastal cities.
In Night City, where even top-tier corps didn't crack the top 20, logistics divisions like RCS could practically form megacorps on their own.
To them, a team like this wasn't overkill—it was standard mobile support.
But Roqi wasn't discouraged.
He knew—massive as these beasts were—they were bloated, inefficient machines. And all machines have weak points.
Those cracks were where they would strike.
"We're done copying the files!"
Pangolin's voice came through, filled with excitement.
Whether due to negligence or misplaced trust in their outer defenses, the security around RCS's mainframe had been laughable.
They'd downloaded everything they needed. If time allowed, they'd have ripped out the entire server.
The hard part wasn't data copying—it was disabling protection software without triggering lockdowns. Thankfully, T-Bug's remote access made it easy.
Now they had to escape, using the chaos from the rogue robots and drones as cover.
But the biggest threat loomed: less than five minutes remained until system reboot.
Once that happened, RCS's defenses would reboot too—and everything T-Bug had overridden would be lost.
"Not enough time!" T-Bug said abruptly. "I'm opening all the escape routes and destroying the control systems."
"Destroy the what?" Roqi exclaimed. "Do you even know what you're saying?"
Wiping out the central control system would trigger a top-tier alert.
This wasn't your typical Level 1 or 2 alarm.
So far, T-Bug had intercepted every outbound alert to RCS HQ.
To them, this hub looked offline.
She'd even disabled the backups and all fail-safes.
But destroying the main control system would kickstart the final layer of the network's alert protocol—broadcasting an emergency data packet, just like a black box.
"Once the system reboots, I'll lose access anyway. I'd rather go out with impact."
She wasn't wrong.
When it came to netrunning, no one on-site was more qualified.
So Roqi chose to trust her.
"You!" T-Bug barked suddenly.
"Yes, you. I don't need protection—go support Pangolin's team!"
She was speaking to the second squad, stationed nearby to protect the netrunners.
Backup and evac support were also part of their orders.
"Get ready—I'm about to throw everything we've got at them. Stay clear of the front gate."
T-Bug's voice echoed over the comms.
Her sync with the system reached a fever pitch.
Streams of data surged through her cyberdeck and merged with her implants.
In that instant—
Every robot, every drone, whether on patrol or in standby, surged into action.
Their targets? The cybernetic hybrids.
There was no time to stall.
They needed to grab the data and escape before reinforcements arrived.
The sudden surge in firepower forced the cybernetic team into retreat.
RCS's AI-directed drones could match them in precision shooting.
But the enemy's firepower closed that gap.
MilitaryTech's M179 "Achilles" tech-charged rifle.
Their slogan? "Your enemy never had a chance."
Like the invincible Greek warrior it was named for, the M179 was an apex weapon.
With massive range and armor-piercing power, its bullets tore through drones and robots like paper.
But just like in the myth, it had flaws—cost and maintenance. It wasn't built for mud and grime. It was a diva.
But in trained hands, it became death incarnate.
Every second, more robots exploded in sparks and flames—one after another reduced to scrap.
Even when bullets chipped away at the cybernetics' armor, they kept coming, unfazed.
Because they no longer had faces to flinch with.
Their faces were steel—sharp, expressionless silver masks.
BOOM!!!
And then it got worse.
A mechanical beast roared through the gate with thunderous noise.
"BMP-7 Infantry Fighting Vehicle!" Mower identified it instantly.
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Roqi was stunned.
He'd expected helicopters or a quick-response team—not a full-on IFV.
Good thing he hadn't opened fire yet.
Look at the damn thing—
8-barrel multi-missile launcher, twin 12.7mm autocannons, 7.62mm machine guns, and a coaxial 30mm gun paired with a 100mm rifled cannon.
Roqi had no clue what the USSR had been through, but BMP-7s now looked like tanks from hell.
Do not fuck with its fire control system.
Trying to shoot it down with an Ajax rifle?
Laughable.
That thing was armored enough to shrug off tech-charged rifles like spitballs.
The IFV rolled in like a wrecking ball.
It didn't dodge—it obliterated.
Trucks were flipped, staff were crushed under treads, and the machine fired wildly.
One by one, the rogue robots and drones were vaporized.
"What the fuck are they doing!?" Roqi shouted.
He understood how corps saw low-tier workers—disposable, replaceable.
But to witness it firsthand?
To see them slaughter their own employees alongside intruders?
"This is a fucking massacre!!!"
He nearly jumped from the rooftop, heart boiling with rage.
But he wasn't Iron Man. He wasn't Superman.
Heroics wouldn't save anyone now.
"Don't go."
Beside him, Mower firmly grabbed his hand and shook her head.
She had already seen the filth, blood, and brutality of megacorps too many times.
Words couldn't capture it.
Evil beyond accounting.
And like everything else they'd witnessed—this too would vanish in shadow, buried with the victims and hidden from the world.
"We made it out!" Pangolin's voice burst through the comms.
They'd broken free of RCS territory and linked up with their extraction team.
"Great, let's go, now!" T-Bug's voice surged with urgency. "Lucky, move it—what are you doing!?"
Roqi was staring at the one-sided slaughter, expression grim.
It was the first time he had witnessed evil this raw and real.
Seeing it was worse than a hundred stories.
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