『Felix Karl Grimm』
I saw the car pull up in front of me and all I could think was about damn time. The car itself was painted in Mox colors of pink and neon, I approached, dragging Shobo by the collar(He did not deserve to be called by the name Jotaro). Two women in rather skimpy clothing and holding weapons stepped out of the backseat, looking between the body of Shobo and me, the one that stepped forward with a mohawk did so with a wolf whistle.
"Can't believe my eyes, Ho-Oh Club is in ruins and Jotaro Shobo is being dragged like a doll. I'll pleasure myself to this sight at night for sure." Oversharing much?
"...He'll keep snoozing for a few more hours. Do whatever you want with him."
She nodded as I gave the collar of the man to her, which she immediately punched the face of with full force, smiling all the while. She turned to me but not before handing the unconscious man to her friend to pack into the trunk.
"Strong and silent type eh? That's pretty hot. Still, one merc taking down Ho-Oh club without being even out of breath?" I was out of breath as hell, I was just wearing a heavy duty gas mask so it didn't look like it. Fuck, all I wanted to do right now was to lay down. "Must be one hell of a badass. What's the name?"
"Grimm. If you need me for a job, give Regina a call and say my name."
She put a hand on my chest, which I barely felt due to the the heavy duty armor between my skin and her hand.
"Well then, Mr. Grimm, I'll be sure to do that. And for taking down that Scumbag and delivering his ass to us, you are a friend of the Mox. Feel free to drop by Lizzie's Bar anytime, and I'll give you a discount and maybe a special reward if you get lucky."
I stood silent.
"Wow, not dropping the tough guy act even here? Alright then." She slapped the top of the car. "C'mon girls, let's drive to the studio."
She shot me one more wink before driving away with her compatriots, making me let out a sigh of relief.
I did not respond to her, not because I was trying to be tough but because I had genuinely zero idea how to talk with women. Let alone a woman who was flirting with me. I felt like a fish put on spotlight at that moment. Before walking home I stashed my gear into my bag in an alleyway. I didn't have the energy to loot all those guns to be honest, I already ransacked anything valuable looking enough that I could carry with me.
Once everything was in and I took a hit of my MaxDoc to repair myself, I got onto the public transportation headed towards my home while pulling up the ticket I got from that ordeal. Advantage Random Gold. This better be good.
Roll it!
Rolling Gold Random Gacha with advantage...
[Adept Physics]
|Rare Skill|
[Your experience and knowledge in the field of Physics is on par with a Senior Scientist. You are very knowledgeable in the study of the laws of the universe, such as how things are affected by gravity, how electromagnetism works and its effects, how nuclear fission and fusion work etc.]
or
[Dexterous]
|Rare Trait|
[You are unusually dexterous, granting you impeccable hand-to-eye coordination, motor skills, and control over your body.
My choice should be painfully obvious. Dexterous basically covered my biggest weakness, that being my flesh not responding as well as it can to my Precognition. Knowing the future means little when you fumble trying to respond to it.
You may know how to shoot a gun, but your hands will tremble, you will accidentally overextend your hand, aim where you didn't want to etc. In theory, this trait should help me immensely.
The moment I confirmed the trait, I felt something inside of me change. My body suddenly felt way more response and tuned. It was like switching a mouse sensitivity to one that suited you perfectly, except on your entire body. If I were to compare the before and after, it would be like the hand to eye co-ordination of a baby versus and athlete.
This? Paired with Interfacing? My finesse was on another level. Probably beyond the level that can be achieved with training.
A grin wormed its way to my lips. Definitely worth the effort.
✧―✧―✧―✧「」✧―✧―✧―✧
『Felix Karl Grimm』
Ughhh... I can't wait to leave fucking Night City behind and never have to come back to this shithole.
I wanted to know who I had to kill to be able to have a fucking clean bed and a decent smelling apartment. I crawled out of bed without any motivation, dragging myself to the bathroom and taking a shower before looking at my bank account.
24,213 Eurodollars.
A good amount of money for sure. I was saving for a car, more like THE car. My favorite car from the game but I had nowhere enough. Thankfully I did not have many avenues of leaking income so that number was going to keep rising. The Mox gig really filled my coffers up quite nicely.
But man, how many kidneys does a fella have to sell to get a Herrera Outlaw?
So, I needed more jobs. In a world with this much tech I couldn't just steal one easily. Which was more tragic than any of the events that happened in the game or the anime.
Now then, which fixer would I approach if Regina cut me off? Wakako was not someone I wanted to approach, fucking old Tyger bitch. Dino was in too good of an area for me want to intrude there, I had no business in Corpo Center yet. The doorman would probably laugh me out if I tried to enter Afterlife. Sebastian is a bit weird for me, so I'd like to avoid him.
One choice left I suppose.
I carried my outfit out in a duffel bag and changed in a public bathroom before boarding the public transport to Santo Domingo. And I gotta say, this place somehow looked worse than Watson, it was impressive really. The buildings were sparser, the air was drier, factories and megabuildings loomed over the smaller dwellings. Though it surprisingly had a lot of independent housing.
Hmm, where should I go first? Maybe I'll find a nearby gun vendor and restock on some bullets. I turned on my agents map but halfway through my walk it was interrupted by a call, curious I opened the call only to me with the face of a middle aged with the worst haircut I had ever seen on a living person. Seeing my mask he smiled.
"Seeing the whole Reaper getup I'll assume I got the right person, Grimm right? Regina was talking hot stuff about you, says you're always hungry for some 'biz. Luckily, I'm never hurting some for some 'biz. If you're looking for some honest and dishonest work in Santo Domingo, I'm your man, they call me El Capitan. Thought I'd call you first and get acquainted."
I nodded, I was surprised, but my mask masked my surprise well enough.
"Good thing you did, nice to meet you Capitan. I was going to ring you but I guess it wasn't needed. If you have some "biz" right now I'll gladly take it. Preferably ones that need a gun, I'm not good for espionage or stealth."
the man nodded.
"Good to hear, I got 'biz in the droves, if you keep up your record I'll see that both of us get filthy rich. My client got their cargo klepped by some 6th Street fuckers, and if they don't get it back by midnight their boss will turn them into seabed decoration. And I personally wouldn't mind if the 6th Street lost some members if you catch my drift, sending you the deets."
With that the call closed, and I received a message from the new number.
I opened the message and cracked my shoulders.
Time to get to work.
✧―✧―✧―✧「」✧―✧―✧―✧
"Fucking hell... damn 6th Street."
This served as a reminder that I, in fact, was not the only person in the world with an Overture. I nearly lost a hand dodging those shots. Of course, I managed to kill all them without being hit even once due to my unique advantages. The difference after getting Dexterous was insane. No more accidents, where I wanted to aim, I aimed, where I pointed the gun I held it there like a statue. If I wanted to dodge I did.
I rang Capitan with the briefcase I was sent to retrieve in hand.
"Good evening Grimm, and I see our cargo is in your hands. Sending you the location of the dropoff point, my client will definitely appreciate the fast response. You do fast work, I like it. Closing the gig and throwing in a little extra."
My eyes opened wide as 10,000 Eurodllars entered my account, even with my mask on Capitan seemed to notice my shock and smirked.
"Surprise? Out here the 'biz is dirtier, so people are willing to pay for the dirty fee. Especially when you're dealing with the Corpo kind, Regina, bless her heart, does not do well with them but biz is biz right?"
Indeed, biz was biz.
Capitan was a wise man.
"Say, got any more jobs for me while I'm still around?"
Capitan flashed a toothy smile.
"Knew we would get along well. Good, keep devouring gigs like that Grimm, and we both come out rich and happy men. "
"Yeah, let's get rich then."
I didn't know if the way I worded was a bit weird or not because at that Capitan's smile became a little crooked.
"I oughta to send the 6th Street some flowers for their funeral then. Anyway, here is the job-"
✧―✧―✧―✧「」✧―✧―✧―✧
Oof, I do feel sore. 3 gigs in one day was pretty tough, 6th Street fuckers were not easy pickings. Dudes fought without fear due to their sheer racism and patriotism. I took a few shots but that was expected, no matter how dexterous I am, I can only look so little into the future. There is a physical limit to how much I could dodge. But I knew which shots I could take and which ones I couldn't to compensate.
After getting home and huffing some MaxDoc to start healing, I just felt sore and worn. As I walked back home, I felt people's gaze on me that were almost more aware. Like they sort of recognized who they were looking at.
Was I worried about Tygers taking revenge on me? They definitely hated me enough for it. But I was probably the one person in the world who was the least concerned about that. Precognition was awesome like that.
I hummed a tune as I walked home but as I did so, my agent got pinged, making me pull it up and look it up.
My eyes widened at the notification of Suspected Organized Crime Activity going on nearby. I had installed a Police Scanner into my phone in order to make extra money on the side but due to usually using public transport or walking on main roads, I rarely ever encountered anything notable.
I read the notification further and saw that it was a report about a Maelstrom Hideout being here and then apparently kidnapping someone.
Looked at the time on my agent I nodded. Not too late, if I hurried up I could still make it to the Gym session I booked with Coach Fred.
Hmm, since I already had my gear on, might as well spill some gearhead blood.
With Overture spinning around my finger I started walking towards where the hideout was located according to the Police Scanner.
A/N: With every roll Grimm is getting closer to a monster gunslinger build, which is especially scary in Night Scary. A man who sees you move before you do, and moves like a machine despite being made of flesh. He never makes no wasted movements, he doesn't tremble, he doesn't trip, he moves closer a robot than a man, and he will know where you shoot before you do and know where your head will be before it is. That's some scary stuff.
Grimm is finally starting to enter the big leagues, mostly due to just how nonstandard he is. Dude is an actual monster. And Capitan is happy for it, Capitan is my favorite fixer by a longshot, Wakako can go to hell, actually she probably will. Now then, I wonder what Maelstrom activity is and who they could have kidnapped... eh, it's probably no one important. What did you guys think about the chapter? I'd love to know.
______________________________
If you like my works and want to support me and my works you can do so at my P*treon at: p*treon.com/BronzDeck. You can also read up to 10 chapters ahead on all of my works and read my snippets there and participate in story polls.
Just replace the * with an a.