After standing on the roof in the wind for around 10 minutes, contemplating my previous treatment of Kiera, I recieve a call from an unknown number.
"Is this Chelsea Lockheart?" The person asks over the OS, the male voice defined and clear.
"Speaking." I respond with a sigh, beginning to scale down and off the roof as the person begins to speak.
"Excellent. I'm in need of a netrunner. I'ver heard you're the best money can buy in Little China." He responds, his voice cryptic and his tone mysterious.
"Okay, I'm gonna need a little more than "I'm in need of a netrunner." You're acting real omnious." I comment as I frown a little, standing in the gathering of guard bodies as the man and I converse.
"Of course. You see, I'm a well connected man around Night City and you've been gaining a lot of traction now. You can think of me as a fixer, and I need a Netrunner to send out to jobs that need them. You'd be paid very handsomely." He offers and I become more interested and tempted.
"A fixer? How come I ain't ever hear of you then?" I ask with suspicion, doubting him.
"If you haven't heard from me then my Mercs are doing their jobs right." He responds, blowing out smoke at the same time I do with his Cigarettre and my Vape.
"You're very strange aren't you? Fine, we'll speak in person then. Where are you?" I question as the man laughs over the OS.
"I'm not that stupid doll, I don't shit where I eat. I'll be at the Orfice & Pensil building in Kabuki. You'll find me." He replies before hanging up the call.
"Wait but you- urgh… Fixers." I groan and sigh, wiping my face and blowing out some more vape smoke before making my way to the Orfice & Pensil building.
Upon arrival around an hour and a half later, I step inside the reception and the receptionist immediately opens the Elevator door for me, through a button under her desk, without me even having to ask.
"Okayy.. creepy…" I mutter as I step into the elevator, assigning it to the top floor where the elevator dings and a large room with 4 sleek and modern offices; looking around until finding a single man in a black suit with deep blue eyes and sleek dyed white hair.
"Ah. You made it. Fabulous. Take a seat, what do you like? Beer? Wine? Whiskey? I have only the best." He smiles politely and maybe even ask slightly sinisterly whilst I step inside.
"Wine if your offer-"Suddenly, I feel a heavy thud to the top back of my head and everything immediately goes black.
I wake up. God knows how much time it was but… I wake up. I wake up to a room, late at night. The stars shimmering brighter than the brightest flashlight you've ever seen. The window is in sight but on the opposite side of the room, looking out to the top of the neon lit buildings of Night City; high enough you can see the floating holographic advertisements closely in the City centre which scale even Arasaka tower's height of 85 metres at the advertisement's peak before fading and relicting back to the bottom.
The room arround me is a dark, cold and empty, like a building under construction but never finished.
"Oh.. shit…. What the hell?" I whisper as I notice how far we are up from the chair i'm restrained to. One thing is for sure, I am NOT in the same building anymore.
"Ms Lockheart." A man addresses me as he stands in the corner eerily, his voice calm and clear.
"…Yeah? The fuck you want? Here to let me out beause I promise you you're fucking with the wrong-!" As I try to hack their systems and my eyes turn bright neon pink, their systems read "Error, unable to scan or bypass biometric systems" and their face covers with a mutating and shifting, black squared, bolbus set lf code which obscures my hack.
They have secured ICE systems and a Behavioural imprint-synced Faceplate which blocks any and all other people from seeing what the person looks like through cybernetic eyes and prevents quickhack; tech that not even Arasaka or Militech have, but only the VDBs have…
"Oh…. Shit…." I mutter with actual fear this time, the first example in at least 6 months.
"Your attempt to retaliate is inspiring. However I assure you it is in vain." The man comments as he walks forward with a woman, both of which I'm unfamiliar of.
The VDBs, or the Voodoo boys, are a gang of Haitian heritage and a strong connection to the deep net; the best netrunners you'll meet. If you have it, the VDBs won't want it. If you're the best Netrunner in Night City, they top you. If you pose a threat to them or have an understanding of the Blackwall; they kill you. No matter what you do, no matter when, how or why you do it. If they want you dead, You're dead.
The man himself is a dark skinned, Haitian man with significant strength,either artificially implanted in him or worked out, with red cybernetic eyes and wears loose, baggy black jeans and a black denim Jacket; whereas the woman, also Haitian, is tall and statuesque,with clear muscle and an elegant and sophisticated look to her but not or corpo descent.
"What- what do you want- what did I DO for the VDBs to- to- to want me DEAD?" That's certainly what they want. I pose a threat, somehow, even if I don't know what. They wouldn't have me captured if they didn't want something out of me, whether it be to remove me completely or to gain information.
"I'm surprised you're even aware we are of such descent." The woman comments beside the man, signalling him to do something and the man doing so, indicating a more sophisticated hierachy of sorts.
"Well the VDBs are the only gang in NC with that faceplate technology. And you're Haitian. Not many Haitian gangs in Night City.
"You're well educated. I admire that." She comments as the woman takes my chin and lifts it to inspecy my face but it also give me a chance to inspect hers.
Her skin shines unnaturally under the artificial light, reflecting almost all that hits her face; indicating a Synthetic or artificial skin, which is dark like the man she walked in here with. She has a serious, stubborn look and possesses short back hair.
"Maman." The man whispers before speaking his language with the woman, telling her something he doesn't want me to know. I sit idly until she addresses me again.
"Chelsea. What do you know about the blackwall?" She asks, looking to me seriously and crossing her arms with the male, both looking to me.
"Not more than you or Netwatch do I assure you. All I know is that it's a sector of the deep ne-" I answer honestly before she holds my neck, gripping it tightl, restricting but not preventing my breathing.
"Do. Not. Lie. To me. What do you know. Answer my questions and you may leave unharmed." She demands, her hand gripping my throat like a toddler gripping it's favourite toy.
"I- don't- know… anything. Honest." I answer as she scoffs and rolls her eyes, letting me go and causing a loud gasp and coughing from me, leaning forward in my chair.