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A cold and foggy dark night in Watson has Marilyn on edge... her senses are heightened as she hears the distant sounds of sirens and car alarms. She walks with a brisk pace up the damp cold street past the Totentanz club blaring cyber metal out onto the street... her high heels tapping on the pavement heavy with each step one after the other as she passes by a sewer grate wafting white smoke of waste and decay. Several Maelstrom gangers, both male and female smoking outside the club cat call her as she passes by begging her to come in.
The cyber alterations to their voices yell out to her: "WOOOHOO!! HAY HAY! COME ON IN HERE BABY! I'LL BUY YA WHATEEEVER YA WANT!!! HAHAHAAAA!!" Marilyn glances over at the pack briefly while continuing to walk by minding her business. She turns the corner at the end of the block making her way down it halfway past the long abandoned Foody restaurant to the first apartment complex.
She knocks 3 times on the garage door to the side with a sign atop that reads 'Ruf Tread Racing Gear'. She crosses her arms waiting as a few seconds pass before the door slides up. Shes suddenly face to face with something barely resembling whats left of a human being. The top half of his head was completely chromed out lacking traditional facial structure along with his multiple glowing bright red eyes... leaving the bottom half of his head below the nose ganic with a scattering of piercings all over his face. He sported a black leather sleeveless vest showing his prosthetic cyber arms with various Maelstrom quotes and exploits carved into em like tattoos. The amount of cyberware augmented onto his body takes Marilyn aback briefly as she looks up at his lanky, imposing frame... she holds her nerve.
"Well well well.." The man calmly says in a deep cybernetic voice. "You're earlier than i thought you'd be... Name's Caine" He says with a big smile on his face looking her up and down checking out her bare thighs and legs all the way down to her cherry red painted toes. Her short, neon red thigh high skirt hugs her curves tightly as she shifts her weight with her feet. With the darkness and true grit of Night City as a backdrop... its as if light was radiating off of her.
"Mare..." She smiles back introducing herself. "Been looking forward to this." She says as she starts to walk in. Caine puts his hand out in front of her stopping her in her tracks and starts giggling.
"Nah nah, I never scroll here."
Marilyn looks at him lowering her eyebrows confused. "But-"
"Too much traffic in n out... cmon, this way." Caine says cutting her off and promptly stepping outside to where she is and turning around to slide down the garage door, slamming it closed.
Marilyn's heartrate increases as a wave of nervous energy washes over her briefly while his back is turned. She bottles it up quickly as he turns back around to face her with a smile as she grins back. The pair of them turn the corner from the garage and start to walk their way down the street together under the dimly lit streetlights. Her discomfort builds one step after another... with each step taken... fear creeps in... uncertainty grabs ahold of her. Marilyn glances back over her shoulder with a concerned look... her mind racing at the unexpected location change as several snap thoughts cross her mind on what she should do. She has no idea where hes taking her and neither does the crew. After everything Brian and Marilyn have been through... this feels... different... wrong.
This is not part of the plan.
Marilyn... strongwilled and determined as ever to prove herself has no thought of turning back... they continue on around another corner.
Brian standing out in front of Grave's Butte positioned on the opposite street corner down the block a bit away from the street lights, iron in hand squeezes it so tight that you can hear it. The rest of the crew watches the pair of them turn the corner away from the Ruf Tred garage. Brian quickly turns around and B lines it back to the car looking directly at Graves. "Buzz - Allie - NOW!" He says through his teeth while walking past him to the trunk of the Butte.
Marilyn and Caine are next seen quietly entering the nearby apartment complex with a series of storage garages attached to it. She closes the door behind them as they make their way past the staircase leading up to the rest of the apartments; remaining on the first floor. They enter the first floor apartment which happened to be connected to one of the storage garages by a single blue door. "Just finally got the place cleaned up the other day. These scop puppets can't seem to keep anything clean longer than a day in here." Caine says proudly walking in.
Marilyn closing the door turns around to see a surprisingly organized apartment. Even though recently cleaned, the amount of used and new tech alongside various legacy tech and cyberware littered about has already begun to gather a bit of clutter. Various Maelstrom logos have been spray painted about the place alongside tagged quotes and sayings. Oil and smog stains various pieces of equipment as well as the furniture. It clear the place sees high traffic even though its currently dead in there.
"Wow, Lot of chrome, lot of iron in here." She says looking at the spread of it in the living room. Caine looks back at her with a big smile on his face before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an access card, shifting subject slightly. "You have no idea how much work went into me havin' these keys." He giggles.
"This scop ain't nothin' doll... Check this out" Caine walks over to the door connecting to the garage using the access card to open it as Marilyn follows him in. She gasps and jumps slightly at the sight of a stockpile of cyberware that overwhelms her. Cytech, Zetatech, Dynalar, Militech you name it. Branded crates and boxes filled to the brim with various chrome. Some of it organized by size, type and quality while most of it just layed piled together. Some was in high quality biometric security containers while others sat in stray trashbags. Shelves filled with various netrunner gear and accessories, Cybernetic limbs of various sizes and quality hung from the ceiling... gorilla arms, mantis blades, P.L. systems, Titanium fragments... most of it shined in the dim garage light...an organized yet unorganized cache.
"Oh my god-" Marilyn says under her breath in a whispered tone with her eyes and mouth wide open as she puts one hand on her chest and another over her mouth with an astonished and intimidated expression on her face.
"I know right?" Caine says in a seductive tone continuing to smile from ear to ear. "We moved everything over here and put a jammer up a while back after it started to get... well.. serious in here; Can't ever be too careful." Caine pauses briefly before continuing.. rattling off a bunch of chrome they have stocked.
"Kiroshi's latest models over there.. top of the line, fuckin' preem, fresh off the belt Microrotors, Adrenaline Converters, Sandys, Kerenzikovs, you name it! Shit, even got some Cellular adapters lyin' around back there somewhere. Tetratronic, Dyna, BioTech" He takes a deep breath then pauses. "Ain't it just...gorgeous?" He asks looking back at her before briefly pausing again.
"Nowhere near as gorgeous as you though." He says turning back around and slowly walking towards her.
Marilyn looks at him deep in the face while grinning and backing up back into the apartment slowly removing her black fur coat in front of him revealing her short, tight neon red dress. With the glowing allure of her incredibly sexy body, She pulls the wreath out along with the BD and holds it out between the two of them. Caine grabs both of them and casually tosses them to the side onto the couch.
Marilyn's facial expression abruptly changes from seductive to startled and serious.
The tone and energy in the room instantaneously intensifies...
"What are you doing..?" She asks in a serious tone as he steps closer to her.
"Eh, we'll scroll later... I want the real thing" He says as he looks her up and down reaching out and grabbing her by the small of her back trying to pull her in. Marilyn instinctually puts her arms out in front of her to stop him... trying to create separation while giggling nervously. "Wait...- stop cmon.." She says, struggling to push him off as his grip on her tightens. "STOP!" She yells in a panic cracking her voice and using all of her strength to try and shove him away barely staggering him back. He cocks back and slaps her with full force making her shriek, sending her hard to the floor of the apartment and cutting her face. She tries to get up but is stopped by one of his spiked boots which he uses the bottom of to push her back down flat onto her back on the floor. Caine gets on top of her as she reaches up and punches him in the face square in the chrome hurting her hand. She swings again with her hand open due to the pain attempting to slap him. Caine stops her by grabbing both of her flailing wrists and pinning them to the floor.
"NO!" She screams in a frantic panic through her teeth kicking and flailing around vigorously doing everything she can to get him off. "BRIAN!" She instinctually yells out in a scared tone desperately to herself, continuing to scream. "NOO!"
"Stop- FIGHTING!" He says through his teeth struggling to fully hold her down "Just let this happen." He says in a forceful, aroused tone.
Marilyn continues to franticly scream and resist. Caine raises his fist and punches her hard in the face once quieting her... then a second time even harder dazing and knocking her nearly unconscious. He lets go of her other wrist while still sitting mounted on top of her... breathing heavily and watching her completely stunned. He effortlessly rips open her dress as you hear the loud tearing of thin fabric exposing her chest; he continues to rip down toward her stomach as she shrieks. Marilyn still barely conscious doesn't move as Caine runs his long tongue along the side of her face first, then her neck down to her chest.. laying the full weight of his body up against hers. He releases a lot of tension as he enjoys the feeling of her soft, silky skin on his hands... he takes a deep whiff of her delicious smelling perfume while taking his time. As she begins to regain her senses she shrieks and twitches while crying subdued.
Caine now overwhelmed with pleasure instinctually whispers: "Delicious ganic... you're mine." He reaches over onto the nearby coffee table and grabs a syringe. He squirts a small amount of fluid out of the syringe, checking the level. While doing this, Marilyn reaches over to her right and grabs an old spiked stun baton layed on the apartment floor and shoves it through Caine's neck with full force letting out a feral scream.
The force of the impact causes her hand to slide up the handle turning it on... sending a surge of electricity through Caine's body causing his entire body to twitch and vibrate...The surge blasts Marilyn's hand away and off of the handle. Caine lets out a roar of pain that wildly changes in pitch and tone multiple times as the electrical surge fries his vocal cords and throat sending him to the ground falling off of Marilyn. Without thinking, she quickly gets on top of him and grabs the spiked baton again, shocking herself and yanking it out of his neck before slamming it back in. Her hair wildly flails around along with her ripped dress as she continues to stab Caine over and over with gradually increasing force. As the stabs switch from neck to face, she breaths deep inbetween her grunts and screams through her teeth. The true feral nature of her being is brought out as she continues slamming the baton into his face and neck covering herself in yellow synth blood now squirting and spraying out with each strike. Caine now lays there lifeless... as she continues to cave his face in, her grunts and screams build up louder and louder within the dead silence of the room. The sound of the front door of the apartment being blasted and ripped open doesn't stop her at all. She is quickly snatched from behind by her shoulders sending her falling backwards and the baton flying across the room.
"Mare!-"
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF MEEE!!! NOOO!!!!" She screams flailing and struggling to resist.
"Its me! stop! Mare! stop!" Brian struggles to say while wrapping his arms around her and falling back onto the apartment floor. He grabs her by the face forcing her to look at him as she aggressively clutches onto his forearms. "Hey! hey... Its me.. Its me." He says softly trying to calm her down as he looks at her bruised, cut face covered in both synth blood and her own. Marilyn realizing its him completely breaks down... screaming and cracking her voice as he pulls her face into his chest. He wraps his arms around her tight as she lets out a blood curdling scream... hitting him with her fist while crying and convulsing uncontrollably.
Graves and their side choom storm into the apartment shortly after with their rifles drawn. "CHECK THE BACK! GO!" Graves yells to the backup shooter while clearing the rest of the apartment himself. He moves over toward Brian and Marilyn sat on the floor. "Marilyn.." Graves says in a somber tone before looking at the scene that transpired around her in shock... Seeing the syringe, the gored Maelstromer and all the random tech lying around. Before he's able to say anything else their side choom yells out to him.
"Yo! Graves!" Graves looks over and sees the blue door leading to the garage open and quickly walks over with his gun raised. Graves lowers his gun, placing it onto the ground and putting his hands on his head.
"Holy shit..." He says in a whispered tone to himself with his eyes wide open at the site of the cyberware cache.
"HOLY SHIIIIT!!!!" The side choom yells before being quickly grabbed and shushed by graves.
"SHHH!!!! SHUT UP! GO BRING THE WHEELS AROUND, SCOUT THE BLOCK! MOVE SLOW!!" He says before yanking the man back toward the entrance of the apartment.
Graves then quickly moves back to Brian. "B... B you gotta see thi-" Graves says in a lowered tone reaching for Brian's shoulder. Brian quickly slaps Graves' arm away without looking before clutching onto Marilyn tightly again as she continues to shake and cry into his chest.
Graves grabs his rifle and exits out the front of the apartment to secure the street and the Butte pulling in... leaving the pair locked tightly in each other's arms alongside a decapitated Maelstromer. The stray white noise in the streets of Night City take over... leaving you unable to hear her screams.