The bright, beaming sun shines down into Night City and the No-Tell Motel. The sun's rays shine bright onto Molly's face slowly waking her into a dizzy spin.
A spattering of smashed and empty liquor bottles lay scattered... lines of synth coke sit on mirrored surfaces throughout the room. A personalized PetroChem combat knife rests in a small bowl of metled ice with the initials 'MS' for Molly Seeker on the white handle, covered in dried blood. Various clothing items belonging to her and another woman lay shredded... tossed about near the foot of the bed... it was as if a tornado had hit the place.
Molly rolls over and slowly sits up in bed in her black bra and panties... slowly stretching her neck and casually checking herself for marks and scratches. Her eyes catch a joytoy in the room from the prior night... she silently watches her run her fingers through her long black hair... frantically gathering her stuff to leave... rattled after being pushed past her limits on an intense night. She slowly slips her red singlet back on... making her quietly wince in pain as it rubs up against the fresh, deep cuts along her back... causing Molly to smirk. She bends over to pick up her high heels giving Molly a final look at her work before the joytoy quickly tip toes out of the room and the door slides closed.
Molly sits up at the edge of the bed giving her near naked body another once over checking for marks and scratches... silently disappointed to not find any. She reaches for one of the liquor bottles and shakes it lightly... realizing its near empty, she tilts it up to try and get a swig anyway. She stares at the empty bottle and takes a deep breath before abruptly hearing a heavy knock at the door causing her to roll her eyes.
She slides the door open halfway and leans out slightly.
"Do any of you... have ANY sort of life." Molly says in an annoyed exhale to her small army of huscle stood outside at attention waiting for her. Her personal shield and long time bodyguard Manny, the only other person that arrived to Night City with her, steps forward with his large, imposing frame. He takes a quick glance with concern at her to make sure she's ok before quickly snapping back into character and clearing his throat.
"Ma'am." He says with a slight bow of the head. "We've got intel on a lead... arrived early this morning. We're ready to move as soon as you're uhhm... dressed and ready."
Molly rolls her eyes again and slides the door shut.
Shes next seen sporting her corpo themed formals that looked perfectly suited for the desert. Calf-high combat boots, thick kevlar coverage around her curves, and an array of various gear and equipment she may need for any and all eventualities. As the Chevillon Emperor shes being driven in exits the city line she looks back through the rear window at the Night Cityscape.
She stares deeply at it while it stares right back at her... neither wanting to look away.
A sudden feeling sets upon her... feeling a deep... uncontrollable urge course through her veins unlike anything she's ever felt before. A well decorated... well traveled corpo hunter with countless years of experience... known for her sharp mind and success in brutality is left feeling vulnerable... hungry urges to JUST. GO. BACK.
The whisper pierces through her core like a gunshot... she quickly recognizes the psychological longing in her emotions... finding it odd... she shuts it down.
"Tell the rest of them to hang back here. We shouldn't be gone too long and I'm not looking to spook the locals."
"Yes ma'am." Her shield Manny says as he promptly radios in to their crew telling them to hold position as Molly's lone Chevillon's tires trail dirt behind the SUV as they proceed alone.
The Chevillon Emperor sits parked neatly in the desert dirt covered parking lot of the Dollop of Sunshine motel. Various people are smoking and meandering about the Motel balcony; gathering and whispering amongst each other about the foreign corpos sticking out like chrome thumbs. They surround the car after Molly and her huscle walk off... gazing in awe at the clean sleekness of the SUV and afraid to lay a single digit on it.
Molly and her personal shield stand before the hollow, metal shell of Graves' charred Colby Butte left planted in the desert. The gentle, quiet wind takes over the lack of conversation as you hear the sound of Molly's boots crunch the rocks and sand beneath her feet.
"What do you think? Ditched the vehicle?"
"Well Manny, apparently they stashed it THEN ditched it." She says condescendingly. "I mean... look at this shit." she glances around the area. "I don't think you can say 'please don't come looking for me' clearer than this."
She casually hops into the driver's seat frame of the Butte and places her hands where the steering wheel used to be while gesturing the steering wheel motion.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY GONK! WE HAVE A CITY TO BURRRNN!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" She yells at Manny standing at the hood of the frame with his arms crossed watching her... he rolls his eyes. She hops back out of the frame making the last of the steel creak under her weight and steps past Manny.
" 'Gonk'..? Really?" He says with a smiling giggle.
"Lets go turn over a few rocks." She says as they both make their way back up the embankment.
Molly sits with her sand and dirt covered boots kicked up on the receptionist's desk with Manny's massive 6 foot 8 frame stood behind her. The receptionist stares up at Manny in fear... intimidated before having her attention turned to Molly.
"Yes dear, I understand. People come and go everyday, at all hours even out here in dirt- however I need to know who came allll the way out here into this hot, beautiful wasteland of a desert only to burn their truck. I mean, did they get a holo buzz from jesus christ himself telling them the next journey was beginning or?" Molly says chuckling while removing her boots from the desk and sitting up.
The receptionist speaks in a heavy accent with an intimidated tone. "I... please... i was told by the other ones never to speak about it again. They say someone like you may be come ask about it soon."
Molly doesn't allow the revelation to show on her face... instead she continues to smile big while now looking deep into the receptionist's eyes. She takes a long pause while doing this... leaving the space silent at an odd time... building the tension in the air for everyone and making the receptionist begin to shake.
"What else did they say about... someone like me."
"P-Please.. just no talk to you. I don't want trouble!!"
"Shh.. shh.. please, its ok dear relax. No need to worry. You see... the suits you talked to are actually in my own department- We have the same boss! They just sent me back around to do another once over in case we missed anything." She says with a giggle while putting her hands up with a big smile.
She pulls out a credchip and places it on the receptionist's wooden desk... it makes a heavy thump as metal meets wood. The receptionist looks down and stares at the credchip... a pristine piece of metal being presented to her just like that. An amount of scratch that'd change the entire course of her life over night... the sight of it excites her about as much as it intimidates her. Being around this level of status is completely foreign to her... overwhelming her senses and emotions. Something about the cold, metal chip... tossed before her like a disposable hunk of bait. She hears Molly's voice, snapping her out of her trance.
"Credchip, 5k." Molly says.
The receptionist instinctually reaches for the chip... causing Molly to casually place her hand on top of it... her other elbow rested on the desk with her hand under her chin. She continues to glare deep into the woman's eyes with a big smile on her face. Molly giggles softly.
"I want everything dear... clear?" Molly says in a conclusive tone as the distant sounds of multiple roaring engines rapidly approaching the motel outside fade in. She doesn't react at all to the sudden onset of the commotion outside and instead remains 100% focused on smiling and staring deep into the receptionists eyes. The receptionist uses the opportunity to break eye contact with her and instead looks out the window at what the hells going on.
Five reinforced badlands vehicles sporting various vinyls of flaming blue skulls belonging to the Wraiths are seen parked in formation in the open parking lot of the motel under the hot sun.
The leader of the squad was tall and built like a brick house.. rocking a spiked, black leather jacket, a blue spiked helmet and a fanged gas mask. He hits a man with his hands up surrendering in the face with the buttstock of his rifle sending him to the ground before pointing it at him. "Get the fuck behind the truck asshole! You're comin with us!" He yells as several other members drag him behind the truck kicking and screaming in a panic begging to let him go. Various people begin to scream in fear and scatter. "HANDS UP!! ALL OF YOU!! DON'T FUCKIN' RUN AND NO SUDDEN MOVES UNLESS YOU WANT AN ASSHOLE WHERE YOUR FACE USED TO BE! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE NOW OR BE DRAGGED DOWN TO THE-"
"-PLEASE! DON'T SHOOT! P-PLEASE!! I DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE!!" Molly shouts as she exits the motel with her hands up in surrender. Manny make his way out of a back entrance... circling around the building, taking a position unseen. He sees the wraiths tying various people up and loading them into the trucks as some of them resist... shrieking in terror.
Molly approaches the leader with a steady pace pleading in a scared, desperate tone. "P-Please! Don't do this!! You have to let me go! I have a family waiting for me in Night City! T-They don't even know where i am! I have kids! They're... they're waiting for me! PLEASE! I DON'T HAVE-"
"-GET THE FUCK ON YOUR KNEES!!! NOW BITCH!!!" He yells pointing his rifle directly at her face.
Molly swings her fist at the Wraith's gut while engaging her mantis blade. She effortlessly impales him causing an excessive amount of synth blood to spray out of his back like a grenade he swallowed just went off. The booming sound of the impalement piercing through the leader's thick chrome causes the wraiths and civilians to flinch and look over. Gritting her teeth, she lifts the Wraith leader with the blade stuck in his stomach and uses her other hand to post it on him for stability. She runs forward... using him as a shield as the wraiths open fire... she starts taking high caliber rounds to various parts of her body like a tank unfazed. Their focused fire lights up their leader's back sending chunks of his body and blood flying into the hot air as thrown grenades kick up sand and dismember bystanders.
Amidst the loud and chaotic gunfire and scrambling civilians, Manny sprints forward out of the bushes firing his copperhead rifle at the wraiths while closing the distance and catching multiple off guard and dropping them. Molly uses her posting hand to draw her iron... a personalized, chrome-gold Liberty with a gold holosight, and a matching 'MS' on the white pistol grip handle. She fires at the Wraiths while running forward with her meat shield being completely shredded... various bloody chunks and limbs continue to drop into the dirt of the Badlands. Molly drops several of the Wraiths with clean chest and headshots while Manny finishes his flank taking care of the other shooters. In the midst of the gunfight... Manny is charged from behind and hit in the back of the head with a crowbar causing him to instinctually turn and get tackled from the side... he begins struggling with one of the final wraiths as the scuffle kicks up dirt and dust.
The engagement was short and quick as the silence of the wastes settles back in.
Molly lets the limbless torso of the leader surrender to gravity... as it slides off her mantis blade onto the waiting desert floor. The chrome of the blood covered blade briefly reflects off of the sunlight shining bright before the sleek, crisp working mechanics engage and she retracts it cleanly.
As she does this, another huge wraith built like a tank and sporting a pair of cobbled together, highly modified gorilla arms tackles her from the side at full speed sending the pair of them to the ground hard with a heavy thud kicking up dirt. The wraith on top of Molly grabs her by the throat to pin her down but feels an instantaneous numbness spike through the various points of contact he has on her body. Molly lays there passively with her kiroshis now suddenly glowing a neon pink as she watches the giant wraith's motor functions instantly seize at the points of contact... the constrictions in his body suddenly intensify. She casually pushes him off of her... leaving his body stiff... contorted and completely immobile... even slowly restricting his ability to breathe. Molly's eyes stop glowing pink as she deactivates her custom cyberware implant while standing over him looking up at her... his face in frozen shock and disbelief... unable to move. She smirks before raising her calf high combat boot and repeatedly stomping on his face hard... gradually crushing his skull as terrified onlookers hear the sounds of chrome and bone gradually crunching under the impact.
She then quickly looks over at Manny overwhelming the wraith in the dirt... causing her to roll her eyes and walk back in the opposite direction. Walking away, she hears Manny begin to stab the final wraith multiple times shrieking in pain as steel chunks flesh.
She slowly walks up to the final wraith attempting to crawl away while pooled blood streaks underneath him... the heavy weight of her combat boots crunching and kicking rocks as she approaches. Various captives flee the scene screaming in terror while still tied up... the speed and intensity of the conflict concluded about as fast as it started. Something that could've gotten real bad for everyone in attendance is now just.... over.
The barely alive Wraith crawling away and gasping in pain slowly turns over onto his back to see her standing over him.
Hes unable to make out her face due to the sun beaming behind her... seeing only her silhouette and long hair flowing in the wind.
She gets down and places one of her knees square into the center of his chest... slowly caving it in under her weight... causing him to squeal... struggling to breathe in deep pain... the pressure making him spit up synth blood.
She takes a deep breath of relief while looking up at the sun with her eyes closed... that same big smile on her face that she loves. This is clearly a feeling she not only longs for.. but truly relishes in...
She places the barrel of her Liberty under his chin while looking deep into his barely open eyes.
"Back to Night City!" She says under her breath with a smile... raising her eyebrows in excitement. She pulls the trigger causing a loud bang... cutting to black.