Thursday 12th of July, 2079, 8:20am, , Watson:
After my breakfast and a less than ideal encounter with Vincent, I walk downstairs to the second floor of the motel and knock on apartment 12.
"Kiera, gotta speak to you. Mind openin' the door for me?" I ask with a serious yet neutral tone, raising an eyebrow upon my received silence before knocking again.
"Kiera, open the door. We need to talk." I speak again with a more incessent nature; sighing and crossing my arms with annoyance. She's not in. Fantastic.
"Of course. Of course she wouldn't be here, the one time I gotta speak to her. What could she possibly be doin' at… 8:20 in the bloody morning..?" I murmur with a groan.
Meanwhile in Arroyo, Santo Domingo:
"Our deal was on 2.5." A cold, calm and calculated Burgundy suited man with short Grey hair and a serious expression states with 2 armoured guards on both sides of him, smoking a cigarette in front of a woman of similar age and look to Me.
"Don't even start with that shit choom. Our initial deal was on 2.5 but you didn't mention he'd be backed by 6th street. I want more." She demands confidently as the guards raise their guns, the man holding up his hand.
"3k." He offers in compromise after some hesitance, holding the lit cigarette in the valley of his slightly curled index finger.
"Hell nah. 5k or I drop you here'n now." The woman states with a frown and a pissed off look.
"3200, final offer." He responds with an equally pissed off look, clearly not liking the woman's disobedience.
"Yeah fuck you, you rich corpo bastard. Tryna rip me off like you cunts always do. Well how about this?" She asks before throwing a flashbang, blinding the 5 enemies in front as she pulls out a semi-automatic M2038 Tactican power shotgun, blasting 3 guards with it before darting behind nearby cover as she receives a call; 1 of the 2 guards killed, the other injured and the corpo sprinting away
"Now's not the Time Chels'. Kinda in the middle or sum'n here!" She calls out, popping out behind cover and firing back at the other injured guard.
"That right?" I ask over the OS call, not particilarly bothered or sympathetoc to her current situation, as I hear shotgun sounds on the other side.
I receive no response for another minute or 2 before finally hearing the gunfire cease and the woman's voice over the phone.
"Well not anymore. What is it?" She speaks, slightly out of breath, as she steps toward the 2 dead guards and the rolling her eyes and scoffing.
"I just got a visit from Vincent. He said you were trespassing again?" I comment as more of a statement rather than a question.
"Yeah, so? Client had a guy in there I needed to Flatline." Kiera asks over the OS, not seeing the problem.
"So you're making my job much harder than it already is by rattling the fuckin' hornets nest. Bastard turned up at my apartment and woke me up with 2 guards with assault rifles." I explain with returning laced annoyance, crossing my arms.
"I still don't see why you don't just zero the prick. Or why you haven't yet. If he's such a problem just bring the perverted bastard to the early grave where he belongs. You do it with everyone else." Kiera argues like usual, knowing her typical disobedient and "guns-ho" tone for everything.
"Coulda done but then I have every single borged up bitch from his side of the Ghetto on my ass; knocking down my door like it's fuckin halloween. And I don't know if you've realised it Choom, but I'm not exactly able to fight a small armoured militia with nothing but a pistol, Tier 1 Cyberdeck and a good for nothing thorn in my fuckin' side. Id'a have to've fled Watson for at least the next 12 days." I lecture her in direct rebbutal to her dismissive, disobedient tone.
"And why's that?" She inquires boredly and arrogantly, clearly not appreciating my lecture as much as I hate having to give it to her.
"I have RAM capacity dipshit. If I overclock it, the cheap piece of hardware'll melt and hot silver and gold with be frying my brain like a cracked egg in the Australian desert." I retort, slowly becoming more and more aggressive with my arguments.
"Find a way then; why do you use such shitty tech if you get pissed off that it's shitty? Ain't my problem you ain't rich enough to get better equipment." She spits back, refusing to take accountability and pinning it on my personal problems.
"No, it isn't. But it IS your problem that you're causing more issues than you are solving them. I haven't got a deathwish unlike you so unless you wanna start funding my weapons or tech, buck up your fucking ideas because if you ain't careful I'll sell you out to the Scavs to rip the cyberware out of your fuckin' body. We clear?" Kiera goes silent on the other end of the call, swallowing quietly and heavy breathing heard on the other side. She didn't expect my extremely Harsh, serious, aggressive and pissed off ultimatum and that was clear; stunned to the point she was speechless.
After a couple more deafeningly quiet moments of silence, she stammers an apology.
"O-okay- Sorry Chelsea…" She apologises fearfully, having nothing else left to say.
"Good. Don't make me call again or Vincent won't be the only sadistic bastard you'll be hiding from." I end off before hanging up the call, leaving the motel back in Little China as Kiera stands shocked and fearful in Arroyo.