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LordSunhawk

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There are a number of dangling plot threads that you could touch on, plus some ideas to help with the writer's block...

A- That cyberdeck from the scrapyard fridge
B- Has she cancelled her gym membership yet? That could lead to hilarity
C- That one upperclassman who got pissed at Hiromi, perhaps he'll try something against her chooms or her, leading to Motoko getting to kick some righteous ass
D- Can always get her sucked into some corpo intrigue via V, perhaps that tracking station yielded some info that Arasaka needs a deniable asset to take care of and V enlists Section 9?
E- What was the actual deal with that Scav yacht, beyond dumbass rich boy wanting to dance on the wild side to feel more manly. What if there's a corp involved? Or one of the other gangs?
F- Do a scav den takedown to Drowning Pool's Let The Bodies Hit The Floor
G- Do another parkour BD to Van Halen Dreams
 

Seras

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There are a number of dangling plot threads that you could touch on, plus some ideas to help with the writer's block...

A- That cyberdeck from the scrapyard fridge
B- Has she cancelled her gym membership yet? That could lead to hilarity
C- That one upperclassman who got pissed at Hiromi, perhaps he'll try something against her chooms or her, leading to Motoko getting to kick some righteous ass
D- Can always get her sucked into some corpo intrigue via V, perhaps that tracking station yielded some info that Arasaka needs a deniable asset to take care of and V enlists Section 9?
E- What was the actual deal with that Scav yacht, beyond dumbass rich boy wanting to dance on the wild side to feel more manly. What if there's a corp involved? Or one of the other gangs?
F- Do a scav den takedown to Drowning Pool's Let The Bodies Hit The Floor
G- Do another parkour BD to Van Halen Dreams
Bartmosses deck is going to be a Chekhovs gun. Not time for it yet.
No she hasn't. And one of these days I need to make that a plot point.
True I need to deal with Katsuo still.
V isn't going to call her in unless everything is falling apart. No matter how skilled she's still a kid. Or if Jackie is involved.
Basically dumbass rich boy made friends with Scavs to make himself seem 'gangster' He had the money, he used the scavs as a threat.
I considered doing a Totentaz gig where Motoko plays Let the bodies hit the floor.
Not a bad idea.
 

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Some more possibly silly ideas

A- A BD of Motoko teaching Section 9 and SLS martial arts, set to Kung Fu Fighting or Make A Man Out Of You.
B- Keeping on the BD train
-An XBD shredding scavs to Disturbed - Down With The Sickness
-A ninja-run XBD set to Blondie - One Way Or Another featuring Jackie Chan style takedowns that get progressively more ridiculous
-A full up Section 9/SLS assault on a major Raffen encampment set to a medley of Hell March 1 through 3
 

Bigking321

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Going after that assassin guy that nearly killed her on that protection job?

Section 9 doing another big gig with Rebecca. Or even small ones. Just stuff with Rebecca as part of the crew. It's nice how included she feels when she is really not used to it.

Maybe find a way to add David to the crew as well? We know he has potential.

Section 9 getting bigger and more impressive until some bigger people take notice. Either wanting us to work with them or not get on their turf.
 

xachariahxx

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I'm also surprised that Motoko hasn't done any NCPD alerts. They should be just as common now as next year when the game is set. Granted Night City in the game is compressed to make things exciting, but she should still run into them occasionally.

Or random murder from Kiroshis spotting someone as a legal target.
 

Seras

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I'm also surprised that Motoko hasn't done any NCPD alerts. They should be just as common now as next year when the game is set. Granted Night City in the game is compressed to make things exciting, but she should still run into them occasionally.

Or random murder from Kiroshis spotting someone as a legal target.
I mostly stay away from them as they felt super gamey to me.
 

Seras

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I dunno, I'd like to see it as a side scene, maybe as BD where Motoko comes across a robbery in progress do to an alert and has time to effortlessly pick them off one by one.
Maybe I'll do something personal. Someone trying to break into Motoko's car, or one of Hiromi's storage sheds or something and she is nearby and gets an alert.
 

Blasterbot

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Maybe I'll do something personal. Someone trying to break into Motoko's car, or one of Hiromi's storage sheds or something and she is nearby and gets an alert.
or maybe some random borged out cyber psycho. have her being nearby and not be willing to risk becoming collateral or needing to intervene to save her team. totally not remembering going around and capturing most every cyber psycho alive by just beating the crap out of them with a baseball bat while wearing the bandages and hospital pants as an outfit. my V was a weirdo man. ran around calling himself justice bat. cleaning up night city one beating a time. I don't know why anyone would want to fuck with him at that point. he is clearly just crazy.
 
Chapter 170

Seras

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Susan Shinama. She was a contact for Wakako. The type that would slip into gangs and send her information. Quite literally a spy.

And right now she was in deep shit.

Someone had caught her, or at least she had sent a message saying someone had blown her cover, and then she had gone radio silent.

That meant Wakako needed her recovered, and the best part? I didn’t even need to go do netrunning crap to find her! Wakako had her location.

I had almost gone straight there, the urge to potentially get some xp incredibly tempting, but I had taken a breath, and actually remembered what Jun would say if he found out I ran off by myself without even gearing up.

So I drove home, raced up to the apartment, got armored up, and then switched to the Quadra as I drove to where Susan had gone missing.

It was… A night club.

It felt almost cliche, but she had picked up a gig at a night club run by the Valentinos.

El Jefa. It wasn’t like the usual tino bars. The quiet sort of dive bar, Like the Coyote.

No, this was more of a strip club, or a BD bar. The entrance was a set of stairs set into the ground floor of a building that was crowded by other businesses, a Strip Mall. The information Wakako gave me was pretty complete, but it wasn’t like I was going to walk into the entrance in broad daylight.

I pulled up to a parking space, and was doubly glad that my Quadra had armored everything, So I was able to see out, but no one could see in.

With Wakako’s information I was already in the perfect spot. Right across from me, just over a bunch of plants and junk in the middle of the strip mall's main path was the entrance. Disappearing down into the darkness, but the reason I had parked here? My eyes locked onto a camera just above the entrance, and after a careful moment to breach as quietly as I could, I was in.

The camera didn’t pan. Just locked in place above the entrance to the club, but of course it shared the system with all the other cameras in the network. I made to swap over, but mentally stilled.

The server I was in? I wasn’t alone.

Very slowly I did everything I could to diminish my presence on the network. The quality of the camera image dropped in quality, sending me far less data so I wouldn’t show as large as a blip.

Then I switched to the next camera, and waited. I couldn’t swap rapidly through the network without creating additional drain.

So I was staring at the next camera, the bottom of the stairs, an entrance way into the club. A few people walking in. Stopping to pay, and then going in.

I waited for a while just letting the load of the camera be normalized before finally switching.

Next camera was in the club proper. There wasn’t the massive dance floor I would see in most TC clubs. Instead it was smaller booths, some set up like BD booths, with a fully closing door. It reminded me of the Heavy Hearts. Private rooms to spend private time in.

The club was a strange shape. A sort of curved hallway that led in a big circle. In the middle there was an elevator. Which was interesting. I wonder where that led. But as I swapped camera’s I noticed another room that was sort of like the VIP section.

Ah, I found someone on my info sheet. Julio Hernandez. The man that was in charge of the club. If nothing else, he would know where Susan is.

But then I stilled as I switched to the next camera and I found my current difficulty.

There was a security room that had a netrunner jacked in.

I watched him for a few minutes. I couldn’t poke any further into his current actions without alerting him, but at least I knew where he was. First floor, through a security door.

Now how was I going to get to him?

This club had two entrances. The main club entrance with the stairs, and the elevator, which I wasn’t sure where it connected to.

I tapped a finger on my knee as I pulled out of the camera system as quietly as I had entered it. How did I want to handle this? Susan was inside somewhere, and I couldn’t find her without getting rid of that Netrunner somehow.

I was staring at the entrance to the club when I saw it.

One of the workers there walked up the stairs, pink heels clicking. Pink plastic miniskirt, her top nearly see through. She looked exhausted as she headed out and towards the parking lot…

“Well that’s certainly an option.” I muttered considering it.

On one hand infiltration. On the other stripper clothes…

Ah who was I kidding. Doing a stealth infiltration was always hilarious. I hurriedly pulled my gear off.

Time to stealth run this bitch.

—--

“Stupid lady stilts.” I mumbled as I walked back onto the strip mall.

Melody would wake up eventually with a bit of a shock, being almost naked and all, but I had stuffed her into her own car, and left her with a grand in eddies as an apology.

Wearing this stripper outfit was a bit awkward, the worst part was Melody had a much bigger chest than I did, so I had to stuff the damn top.

It was super embarrassing, especially since my muscles made the rest of the outfit stretch.

I really felt like I was going to tear my way out of it.

This was a stupid plan. I decided as I reached the steps down.

I took a second, adjusted my stance, to add a sexy sway, shifting into Sexy Motoko voice so I wouldn’t get called out stupidly, and sauntered down anyways.

The Stealth Daemon I had uploaded on breaching the camera system should help keep the netrunner from noticing me until it was too late.

The steps led into the entrance lobby, and I walked right through it. The worker only looked up to notice me as I was already through the door on the way into the long halls that made up the club.

I took a left and continued on my way. There weren’t a lot of guards around or anything, this was a club after all. I walked past guests sending a flirty smile as I was called out to, by a guy way too drunk for me to want to deal with.

“Sorry darling!” I called back, walking right past him then around the corner.

Security door spotted.

Realizing I was going to have to figure out a way through I walked past before smiling and stepping into one of the side rooms. This one was empty, and I stepped inside using the lack of line of sight to turn around and start slowly hacking through the security door across the hall.

I was slowly hacking my way when someone walked into the room I was in.

“Ah. Someone already got this room… Wait, I don’t know you.” She asked, looking me up and down.

“I’m new, covering for Melody.” I said with a warm drawl thanks to my Sexy Motoko voice on full blast! I just needed to get this woman to go away and keep hacking the door at the same time.

“Hmm, well don’t slack off. C’mon start cleaning up already we need this room ready for the next customers.” She said haughtily and I smiled despite wanting to do anything but, as I turned and started gathering up the leftover garbage, mostly empty bottles, as the older woman threw her long pastel pink hair over a shoulder and started helping.

“I’m surprised they hired a new person, I mean, I guess it makes sense, we lost Susan.” She sighed, shaking her head, and I twitched at that.

“Oh? Someone decided to find better work?” I asked teasingly.

“Pfft. Please. No, Susan did something, not sure. They dragged her downstairs last night.” She whispered, giving me a serious look. “So make sure you don’t fuck around. The boys treat us alright, we aren’t joytoys after all, but they find you fucking around they’ll replace you too.” She said enunciating ‘replace’ heavily.

I nodded along seriously, playing into my roll as I continued to help clean up. Grabbing bottles and trash and even using some wipes hidden in the seating that ‘Mariana’ showed me.

Then it happened. I reached out, and she did the same for a bottle, and our hands bumped into each other.

I didn’t notice it right away, but as I pulled up the bottle I looked at her, and I knew.

My arms, I had covered them in the plastic jacket thing, but my hands were still visible. A girl working at this sort of place would have Synthskin, or chrome that looked pleasing.

My Condors were military issue completely out of place.

She looked at me. I looked at her. I considered what to do. She must have realized it as well.

“You aren’t covering for Melody.”

“No. Melody is sleeping in her car right now. She’ll be fine.” I answered simply, still holding the bottle…

The door to the room was closed. I could knock her out, and these rooms were soundproof for a reason.

She realized what danger she was in. She swallowed and I could see her mind running through choices.

“Relax. I’m not here for you.” I offered, but it didn’t help.

She made a break for it trying to scream for help.

I was on her a moment later, long before she reached the door. Her hands reached out at empty air, scrambling to open the door as I locked my arm around her throat. She gasped and then twitched as I pressed just the right way.

Huh. It’s been a while since I did a lot of takedowns, but my Condor actually made it a lot easier.

I brought her to the ground as I considered what to do..

I dropped a Optica reboot on her and then just stuffed her into the corner.

That should keep her out of trouble for a while. Especially since these booths were sound proofed.
Now that I had some time to actually work, I refocused on the door across the way.

Forty uninterrupted seconds later I was through. Taking a moment I casually walked out of the room, no one was looking down the hall, and I walked across. The security door opened as I approached and closed behind me.

“Hello.” I whispered to the netrunner. Poor guy had no idea what was about to happen to him.

Luckily for him, I had learned something important a while back from Blazed. Netrunners tended to have a code around each other. This guy didn’t look like he was Valentino, probably just a rando. Hired on to watch their stuff in exchange, for security to surf the net without worrying about his body.

His poor defenseless body. I almost giggled as I walked over. I wasn’t going to kill him, but he definitely wasn’t going to appreciate what was about to happen.

I found the system his net chair was hooked into, and with a few presses began emergency booting him.

Being forced out like that would be disorienting, as his mind was pulled right back into his body uncontrollably.

Then just before he would have woken up, I reached over and yanked his connection.

He spazzed out. If I had done that without forcing the boot he would’ve had a stroke. But I was being nice.

Then while he was absolutely defenseless I sent a gentle and non-lethal Short Circuit.

He spazzed out worse as electricity started frying him, jerked out moans escaping him randomly as he was rather completely rendered helpless.

I was just about to get into the system to find Susan when I noticed it.

An xp alert.

I looked right towards the netrunner seeing he was still alive and frantically checked the alerts before seeing what it was, and relaxing.

*250 XP Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

*Level up achieved!*

*One Stat Point Gained.*

*One Skill Point Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

“That’s right. I get XP for knockouts! I realized I had just gained enough for a level up! Suddenly feeling much much better about everything. I walked over and patted the netrunner on the head. “Just for that, I’ll not trash your stuff.” I told him not that he heard me, as he was still unconscious and jerking randomly as the short circuit caused another surge.

“I almost feel bad about the headache you’re gonna have.” I explained and then turned to get back to work. I accessed the system and since I was in the security center that meant it was all open to me. I added myself into the elevator security with a thought, and checked for additional security cameras.

There were none. Whatever was down stairs was going to be entirely up to me to handle.

Adding in a few adjustments to the security system for the future I was ready to go.

Walking out without a care having direct access to the cameras meant I could walk through the whole place without anyone seeing me. The elevators opened as I approached and I slipped in.

Flipping up the plastic skirt I had been wearing I pulled out my Unity and a few mags from my thigh where they had been hidden.

Adjusting everything to be easier to work with, I slipped the silencer onto the barrel while whistling a few notes and just waited for the doors to open to the sub floor 2.

They opened to a well lit hallway and carpeted floors. Some sort of office space. I walked out slowing as I came to a set of windows looking into the hallway, old blinds failing to properly hide what was inside.

First room was an office. A desk and computer with a guy glaring at the screen.

I considered moving past him. I considered just opening the door and popping him, but honestly?

I walked over hiding my pistol in the the small of my back and knocked.

“What?”

“It’s Melody from upstairs?” She called out waiting. She could hear the man get up and stomped to the door.

“Dumb bitch! What part of ‘don’t come down here’ was too hard to understand?” He demanded as he slammed the door open.

“Sorry Sir. I was told to, by Mr. Hernandez? He’s been trying to reach you?”

“What? My Agent is fine! What shit is this?” He demanded and turned around to head to his desk.

The door closed behind me with a click as I was already on him. Slipping out of the heels I slammed a foot into the back of his knee at the same time as I wrapped my arms around his throat.

He struggled for a few seconds, but he didn’t have the chrome to protect his throat, and with my chrome arms, there was no chance of really resisting. A few seconds was all it took. The blood interrupted to his brain and he passed out.

I dropped him and dropped a reboot optics on him too.

Mostly just cause it was funny.

*250 XP Gained.*

I smirked as I turned and strutted back out. The next office was empty, and I strolled past, then down the hall I came across my prize.

A hidden party room. The VIP of VIP spaces.

The place made me want to gag, it was gaudy and looked cheap, but it also had a stripper pole surrounded by couches, and handcuffed to the pole hanging limply, was Susan. I grumbled, she had definitely been beaten.

I glanced around. Getting eyes on everyone inside. Eight guys? That’s a lot for just watching a kidnapped girl, but I realized after a moment of watching, no. It was two guys watching Susan, and the other six partying.

But any threat these people might have been was already gone.

I had eyes on them.

Weapon Glitch was activated, disabling weapons in the room as I sauntered over to the door. Stopping just before entering, how did I want to handle this?

I considered guns blazing. Extra XP would be nice, but this wasn’t an assassination. I sighed and nodded, entering the door, and striding in. I was noticed as the door opened, but I walked in casually straight towards the two hanging around Susan, like a working girl just coming in with a message, I leaned in behind one of them like I was going to whisper in his ear.

The man even tilted his head to hear what I was going to say, and instead got a pistol against his throat.

“Evening gentleman. You have something of mine.” I whispered to him, and I could see the way his eyes flicked from me to Susan.

“You’re crazy. You can’t just wander in here like this.” He said voice level, but incredibly tense. I could see his buddy realizing what was happening going for his gun.

That of course caused the other guys that were just here having fun to go for their weapons, but I had confirmed all of their weapons were glitched out already.

“You boys are all very very lucky.” I explained, keeping the gun right into the man's trachea. “I’m not here to kill you all.” I offered out with a smile and a sultry tone.

“What do you want?” The man I had at gunpoint asked after a moment, I could see the boys start moving surrounding me.

“Susan here is a package, I’m here to collect. She comes with me, we both part happy and with all of our blood on the inside. Sounds good?” I offered cheerfully, almost hoping they refused.

“Fuck no. You aren’t going anywhere.” One of the boys called out confidently. “Look around bitch!”

“Yeah I know. That’s why I walked in here without any fear. You’re missing at least a dozen guys to make it a more fair fight.” I offered haughtily, practically daring these gonk gangsters to come at me.

Wait… No, that was exactly what I was doing. I should have walked in, dropped a short circuit on them and moved on.

Why was I talking to them?

Ah, because a part of me wanted to punch someone. I rolled the thought around in my head for a second and sighed.

Dammit.

“Get the bitch!” Too late to fix my situation. The boys' guns clicked empty, but the fact they were about to fire caused the two actual men in the room to flinch. The one in my arms wasn’t going anywhere, but the other moved to leap out of the way when nothing happened catching him by surprise.

Well then.

I squeezed his neck feeling him slump practically instantly, and then I rose up.

Mine was the only gun in the room that still worked.

“Surrender.” I offered, and that only made the boy who had been calling the shots angry.

He threw his gun at me, which I jerked to the side to avoid and he pulled out a knife.

I really wished I was still wearing my gear now.

It was the only thing I could think of as I moved in to counter the attack. I slipped my gun in between my tits so I could use both arms. His knife swept horizontally out, but I blocked his wrist with my forearm, avoiding the blade as I reached out. He was pretty strong. A big guy. Worked out, or had some bioware to buff him up.

But he was an amateur, and his wrist bent nice and easily backwards as I pressured him, his knife fell out of his hand with a cry of pain, and I snatched it out of the air before it hit the ground, flipping around, I used his arm to slam him into the couch and brought the knife down with brutal force.

Right through the collar of his jacket and into the couch.

“Now boys. As much as I enjoy a good dance, you aren’t nearly ready to be my dance partner.” I offered, slapping the boy on his ass as I turned towards the others, most had hesitated when their choom started swiping a knife around. The others had been ready to jump on me to help, but when I had the knife they had also hesitated.

Boys playing gangster. Sure I had no doubt they would kill me given a chance, but risk to them? They were cowards. Here for the fun, not the danger.

They milled around me, not sure what to do without their leader.

So I made the decision for them, pulling the gun out and leveling it right at the back of the dumbasses head.

“Unless you want to let this dance continue to play out?” I asked and the room stilled.

This guy? I wasn’t sure who he was. Not important to me, but the other guys around his age had all been following his lead. He was definitely the leader of this little group.

Other than the other guard. The one watching Susan. He was on his feet, still clutching his pistol, but he was watching me with a controlled glare.

“Alright.” One of the boys said, arms raising up. “Chill choom. No need to get worked up yeah? Carlos? Tell her to take the girl and get out of here.” He called out, but Carlos wasn’t listening. Practically snapping as he was trying to get the knife out of the couch with little success. He had almost no leverage from his bent over angle.

“Carlos?” I called and pushed the barrel against the back of his head. “Your choom asked you a question.”

“Fuck off… Take the bitch!”
“Excellent! See how easy that was?” I offered cheerfully as I stepped away, gun still at the ready and moved over towards Susan.

“Where are the keys for the cuffs?” I asked, and the guard took a moment to pull them from a pocket and chuck them at me.

Catching them easily with one hand as the other pointed my gun. I threw him a wink and took a few seconds to pop Susan loose.

She fell and I caught her. The girl was still unconscious, face beaten in. I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t awake.

I hefted her up over my shoulder with a bit of work and looked around the room. Everyone was still standing looking pissed, but not sure what to do.

“Boys.” I offered a farewell as I walked out the door, and then hurrying to the elevator.

Thankfully I had already infested the security, so the elevator was already open and waiting to send me up to the next floor.

I could practically see the calls being sent out from the boys as they called the men upstairs to let them know what was going on.

The elevator doors closed and I prepared. Checking the camera systems through the direct access I had to their security seeing the people upstairs were already frantically moving towards the elevator.

Then before the doors opened I dropped Optic Reboot on the entire place. I watched through cameras as men previously hurrying towards the elevator stumbled and tripped over each other.

The doors opened and I sauntered out, glad I wasn’t wearing those stupid lady stilts anymore. I should have just kept my damn boots on. Going barefoot was so weird in Night City I was constantly worried I was gonna step on something gross.

I walked out, only slowed a little by the stairs that took me out of the club.

Then I hurried over to my car, ignoring the looks people sent me.

Packing Susan into the passenger seat, I was off not long after.

*Wakako. Package retrieved.* I spoke as soon as Wakako picked up.

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A/N
So I'm back! Full disclosure, stuff is pretty rough at the moment, I am getting back into the groove of writing, but I'm still a bit behind on everything. I SHOULD be good to post the next updates chapter on schedule, but if I miss it, then just know I'm taking a bit more time to get everything straightened out, so updates will hopefully resume like normal.

Thank you, for all being really cool about giving me some time, you all have no idea what has been going on in my life, and I truly appreciate it.
 

xachariahxx

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I'm a little confused about how someone can have a top that's nearly see through, and still pad their chest. Was that like, the world's most obvious padding?
I walked over hiding my pistol in the the small of my back and knocked.

“What?”

“It’s Melody from upstairs?” She called out waiting. She could hear the man get up and stomped to the door.
Also I think there's a POV change here? Maybe in an earlier draft Motoko was supposed to have one of the girls at gunpoint to get in?
 

Blasterbot

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Hmmm... Motoko is letting Night City get to her. She is showboating a lot here. doing it this way is cool. but it adds risk to the gigs. not saying it is bad for reading. just pointing out what I see. she seems to be thinking she is invincible right now and pride cometh before the fall.
 
Chapter 171

Seras

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“You handled that without killing anyone…” Wakako spoke the not quite question, as I was sitting across from her, not at our usual spot.

Wakako had sent me a drop off that ended up being an old apartment complex. A few men, obviously TC, or at least with their looks helped carry Susan out of my car and into an apartment that had two other people.

One was a ripper, and the other was Wakako.

“I thought about it honestly. I could have killed them all, almost did. But they weren’t Scavs, even if they tortured your contact. I uh… Figured it was cleaner this way.”

“You did well.” She said after a while, taking a puff on her cigarette. “Padre is already annoyed with the discovery of my agent. The lack of bodies to clean up will make our next communication more civil than it would have been.” She explained casually.

“Those guys were Padres?”

“They were Valentino.” She responded as if that answered the question and I guess it did.

Every Tyger Claw was probably under Wakako’s thumb in a similar way at least to her mind.

“Should I call him and apologize for roughing up the guys?”

“No.” She answered back simply and I nodded. “Motoko.” Wakako said suddenly as I was looking over at the ripper taking care of Susan, making sure she wouldn’t die.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t enjoy offering surprise gigs like this, without warning and demanding it from you. It’s unprofessional. You took it without complaint and did what I needed.” She took another puff of her cigarette. “You’ve grown from the fool who walked into my office earlier this year.”

“Oh, thanks.” I said, a little happy despite myself. Wakako was like my strict asian Grandma… Well my Yakuza Grandma.

“You haven’t done any work at the Afterlife yet.” She said suddenly, and I perked up and looked over.

“No. Rogue gave me the invite, but I haven’t really needed to do much work. Recently. I’ve been doing other things.”

“I suppose you wouldn’t, with Ms. Mitsunashi’s jobs keeping you busy.” She said and I smiled as Hiromi was acknowledged.

“The last one was pretty fun.”

“I heard about it. 6th St. Were quite unhappy with your interference. Although none of them wanted to interrupt, considering the armament you brought along.”

“The Minotaur is so cool.” I replied back smiling because it fucking was!

“Wakako? The patient is waking up.” The ripper called and Wakako turned her attention away.

“Motoko. Payment will come through soon, Just give me a few hours.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You got something else to do first.” I assured her and got up, stretching a bit, and accidentally hearing a tearing noise. “Dangit, this stripper gear is shit!” I cursed earning an actual scoff from the older lady.

“That isn’t stripper apparel, dear. You are far too dressed for that.” She snarked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh at the older woman's words, but I also really didn’t want to ask how she knew that in case I would be subjected to mental trauma so I headed out with a wave.

Wakako seemed pretty gentle with Susan…

She wasn’t a relative or something… Right?

—--

“Please don’t ask any questions.” I sighed. I had decided to change once I was back in the apartment. Changing in the car hadn’t been very comfortable the first time, but even with my normal jacket over my shoulders, and carrying my gear in my arms. I still looked like I just left my job as a stripper.

And Jun was not just home, but had been walking back to the couch with a burrito in his hand when I opened the door, no chance for me to sneak in.

“I have so many questions.” He said going directly against what I had asked as he turned away from the couch towards me. “Let’s start with-”

“Nope! No, questions. I need to get changed and throw this away. It’s not mine, and doesn’t fit.”

“Well yeah, of course it doesn’t fit, you had to stuff the shit out of that top.” Jun snarked back and I felt my jaw drop as I brought my holsters and leotard up to my chest to hide it.

“No I didn’t!”

“Motoko.” Jun said in a monotone, and then added nothing else. As if saying my name would make me realize how silly I was!

But jokes on Jun! I’m capable of bringing up his weakness! The nuclear option in this situation!

“We are not talking about my tits right now.” I demanded, and Jun flinched, deciding that the better part of valor was to run away.

Which I also did hurrying to my room to take off the stripper wear and get dressed in comfortable leotard.

Definitely covering more skin… I looked down. Actually when I didn’t wear the jeans with it, I think I actually showed more skin…

Nope. That thought was going to be shoved into a dark corner and never thought of again.

Stepping out fully dressed I noticed Jun was still waiting for me, with a look on his face demanding answers.

“Ugh! Okay I’ll say this once, and we never talk about it again! Wakako called for an emergency gig. Had to pick up a contact that got ratted out. They were holding her in a club, like a BD bar. I had to sneak in. They had a netrunner watching the cams, so I couldn’t just walk in normally. I saw one of the girls leaving and… acquired her uniform. That’s it. We are never speaking of this again.”

“Motoko.”

“What?”

“You looked like a stripper.”

“Jun.”

“Yeah?”

“You look like a two bit yakuza.” I offered back and Jun actually flinched looking down at his clothes.

“What part of me is two bit? Motoko! Hey don’t walk away, what part of me is two bit!?”

—--

Tachikoma was doing well. I had spent the night after the gig working on building a personality kernel. The small seed wasn’t anything big yet, still far too early to really do much, but of course I wanted my Tachikoma to be cute when it was done!

I couldn’t run it yet. I didn’t have the processing power on my hardware on hand. But I had a plan for that.

Long before the sun was rising, I was heading out. Driving across the city to the netrunner cave!

There I plugged not just my laptop into the server, but the Tachikoma as well.

The server synced in just a moment, and I edited my lobby to allow the Tachikoma access. With a bit of work it was ready, and I went and plugged into my netrunner chair. Making sure to fully hook in. I wasn’t doing a deep dive, but I was going to do a lot of work.

A moment later I was in a digital landscape.

There was a… Well it was more like a mess of squiggles than any specific shape. The Tachikoma didn’t have a sense of self, or even a digital avatar. It wasn’t even at the level of a Daemon yet.

It was probably about 70% on its way to having enough data to be considered an IMP. Of course unlike an IMP it would be capable of improving.

I was going to speed that up. First thing I did was bring in the dimensions for the Tachikoma and sync up the digital connection.

The digital mess buzzed for a second as it shifted into the form of a Tachikoma.

It took a second, but the learning module activated as it took a step. And then another, and then it was walking around.

It wasn’t quite right to call it exploring, there was no impetus in the motion yet.

That was what I was here for. Personality was actually really easy. Anything digital had some personality now after all. The thought made me think of Brendan the SCSM capable of so accurately pretending to be alive people thought it was a full AI.

There were even personality systems for Agents, to let them talk to their users.

I didn’t have one, myself, or at least I had never activated one. I didn’t need a second voice in my head.

Anyway, with the Tachikoma settled I pulled up a digital screen.

There were plenty of personality matrices out there. I could go to any shop and buy one that would let my agent, or my clock, or whatever talk to me in some famous actor's voice.

But that was crap. I wasn’t making some dirt tier program.

I was raising a Tachikoma! Settling into the lounge chairs I started working. Mentally running multiple keyboards as I used my new cyberdeck to modify the personality kernel.

It was actually pretty easy. It was just a seed. The beginnings of how the Tachikoma would develop its personality. It was easy to start, but it would take a long time to grow.

But I stopped as I was just starting to get going.

A long time.

I don’t think I wanted to wait a long time. The longer it took the longer I would be without my backup Tachikoma squad.

I looked at the little digital avatar wandering around. Completely without awareness, completely without a ghost.

I knew how to make an AI grow faster. I just couldn’t do it yet.

Lack of equipment, lack of skill. The fact was, I couldn’t think like a digital entity. I had started moving towards that with Intelligence, over 10. That was basically what Intelligence did once it went past the human limit. It let me act as if the digital was my native space.

It’s how I was able to run multiple keyboards at once despite how difficult that was.

I pulled up my stat screen.

One Stat point.

Sighing, I shook it off. Decisions decisions. Make myself stronger, or make myself mentally safer? I didn’t exactly want another episode. Burning my cyberdeck out for nothing wasn’t a fun experience.

I hummed as I settled back, letting myself just think.

My neck didn’t get tense on the web. My body was far enough away that sort of thing wouldn’t be noticed. It hadn’t been as bad since I dropped a stat point into my neural link, but I really wanted to get stronger too.

Cyberware, or advancement? It was a choice I was coming across more and more, and once all my stats were over ten…

Yeah that was going to be tough to choose. I really needed to figure this out.

So I decided like all important choices.

“One for you. One for me.” I said. Unless something crazy was happening I would spend my stat points like that. Last point had gone into Adaptation, and I was feeling better with that. So the next point was for stats.

Nodding, I dropped the point into Intelligence. Bringing that up to twelve!

But that was only the stat. It was time to level the skills, I was about to dump points into stuff before stopping.

“Dumbass, remember what happened last time?” I cursed myself. No more leveling stats more than one at a time with long rests in between.

One point went into Breach Protocol. Bringing me up to 11, and another in Programming keeping me at my max of 12.

The influx was intense, and I felt the way I programmed change irrevocably.

It was one thing to still use a physical system as preference. It was another to know that you didn’t need them.

I had programming on my mind.

—--

“Motoko!” Hiromi cheered as I opened the door, earning an arm full of my bestie as she hugged me.

“I’m free!” She cried out and I nodded.

Friday afternoon. No more school.

“I have good news as well.” She offered as she raced over to the couch and leapt onto it flopping down and sighing in relief.

“Hello to you Hiromi. I’m glad you had a good day at school. Oh you had that for lunch? That’s nice.” I teased as I joined Hiromi who just grumbled at me.

“Business Motoko! Business! We have a meeting tomorrow, to finalize the sale of your song.” She explained and I nodded remembering that was a thing, yes.

“Okay? You need me?”

“You have to sign it over. We haven’t entered any official paperwork on the books to make me your manager.” She explained and then rolled over to look at me with a firm look.

“So I have to go?”

“So you have to go!” She demanded pointing at me. “And to make sure you do, I’m spending the night and hanging out with you all day! Hiromi time!” She demanded and I acquiesced easily. Hiromi had it hard with school and all the responsibilities that I heaped on her.

“Hiromi time.” I agreed, and the bright smile told me I had made the right call. “So, shall we go out, get a bunch of food, hang out on the couch?”

“Oooh that does sound nice!” She sighed, raising her hands. “Help me up?”

I grabbed her upraised arms and easily hauled her to her feet. Hiromi was so light.

“C’mon I’ll drive.” I offered, and Hiromi whined.

“But you drive slooooow.”

“I drive safe.” instantly replied back.

—--

“So you need better data storage?”

“At least for the Tachikoma.” I admitted. Hiromi was playing with my Tachikoma as it walked around in her lap, interested in my drone experiment.

“Hmm. That’s tough, not as easy to get off the back of a truck as weapons.” She explained and I nodded.

“It’s not a rush, but I can’t really make them smart and autonomous at the moment. I can basically just do one or the other.”

“Can’t you do a remote connection and control them that way?”

“Yeeees?” I offered. Technically that was the Militech solution to their Flathead. Just remote connect it, and don’t worry about needing an on board AI.

But I didn’t want a Flathead, I wanted a Tachikoma.

“I can do that for a stop gap, might even be a good idea to do it, so I can help teach it what I need it to do, but I’m looking for an autonomous system.”

“I’ll keep an eye out. Maybe we’ll hit a storage yard, or just knock over a transport?”

“Pfft!” I giggled at Hiromi’s words. “Just knock over stuff huh? Steal it? You’re so bad!”

“What? That’s literally what we do!”

“I know! But it sounds funny coming from you and saying it like that!” I giggled as I turned to my noodles and kept eating. The TV show currently playing was honestly being ignored by both of us.

Me because I didn’t like it, and Hiromi, because she was showing that corpo personality. Always wanting to push more.

“Hmph! Maybe I will make sure when I find the chips you need, the gig requires a transport truck heist! Just to show you!”

“That would be cool. Ichi could be the driver in the Behemoth, and Malcolm could use his Nomad car, the one with the rockets. I could do a cool jump from Ichi’s truck onto the transport and take it over.”

“Or just make them pull over so you don’t get yourself killed!” Hiromi shrieked at me, and I just laughed.

This was nice, the stress from the week disappeared off my shoulders as Hiromi and I hung out making fun of bad TV and eating ourselves sick.
 

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Jun the Burrito Devouring Oni earned his name in a night of terror. the number of burritos consumed in that one time astonished all who witnessed it. everyone was moved by Jun's quest for the ultimate dad bod. hide your burritos, your fried ants, and your women. he is coming for them.
 
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Hiromi the next day marched me down to City Center. Practically buzzing with excitement, as she guided me towards a specific building into its garage, using an access code she supplied, to enter into the building's garage.

“Must be exciting. To be doing like a real business deal.” I offered to her, as we slipped into the elevator.

“I’ve done business deals before.” She replied semi distracted, but I could see her cheeks flushing.

“Yeah but that was on the street, this is like the real deal. Bet no one in your class has ever gotten even close to this sort of thing.” I whispered teasingly at the end.

“Definitely not. Those losers and over inflated egotists!” She chirped, pleased, and then focused up as the elevator ride ended, the doors opened onto a fancy upscale reception, carpeted and warmly lit. At the end of the hallway was a woman with tasteful cyberware, elegant and attractive sitting behind a desk.

The big company icon above her head was rather telling.

I followed along after Hiromi, who had shifted her face into a mask of confident arrogance.

Neither woman spoke up at first. Hiromi’s eyes flashing, and the womans did as well, before her cement-like smile broke.

“You are right on time Ms. Mitsunashi. Keiko will guide you to the conference room.” She replied and another woman dressed in the same way stepped out of a side door throwing a fake smile and bowing.

We both followed Hiromi staying confident and cool, but I could see the tension in how she walked from knowing her.

I was basically uninterested in the pageantry. I wouldn’t even be here if not for Hiromi asking me to.

I just didn’t need the eddies, or the fame, but if I could help out Hiromi’s dream by giving her access to the rich and powerful, I wasn’t going to deny her.

We were guided down the hall, Keiko smiling fakely, her voice chipper and happy as she talked up her company.

Blah blah blah. It all went in one ear and out the other.

I've heard enough corpo jargon in my life. I didn’t need more.

Finally the door was held open for us, and we walked into a brightly lit conference room. An entire side of the wall were open windows showing the towers of City Central.

But I was more interested in the other end of the table. The one man sitting. Expensive suit, and more expensive smile.

But it was the two standing behind him that caught my eye.

They looked like accountants. Standing behind him with tablets, and even some actual papers in their arms.

But I recognized the stance, the way they held their arms.

They were armed. Bodyguards?

I stopped behind Hiromi as she took a seat across from the man, earning a confused look from her as there was a chair beside her for me, but I was fully in bodyguard mode myself now.

“Ms. Mitsunashi. I am Sam Henson. It is a pleasure to see you face to face. Rarely do I get such riveting back and forth for something so simple as a small music deal.”

“Small or large, hardly matters. Not when it comes to who is asking for this deal.” Hiromi seemingly reposted, bringing up Denny in her first line.

Ah, if Hiromi had been getting back and forth, then likely the company was trying to screw me?

Heh.

“Our contract is welcomed by many up and coming artists.” He replied back, but Hiromi laughed fakely.

“Artists, am I right? They never know what they want. Or what they need.” She shrugged, and I actually almost looked at her myself, because that almost sounded like a bit of a dig towards me.

I’m sorry Hiromi, I just don’t like all the attention!

“Well, we’ve run your contract edits through legal, and they were denied of course.” He offered casually. “I’ve taken the liberty of going through the edits you desired and altering them into something that will work for us.”

Hiromi didn’t frown, she didn’t smile either. Simply waited, as the man's eyes went blue as he sent over a file to Hiromi.

I could practically see the file transfer over, but before Hiromi could open it I attacked.

Slipping into the network transfer to Hiromi, I popped up a small text file on her agent into her sight.

*Motoko: Give me a second. Checking the file.*

*Hiromi: Okay.*

“A moment then to look it over.” She replied verbally, and I checked over the file searching through it before deciding it was clean. Yoko was right, checking file transfers first was a good idea.

Hiromi nodded, popping it open, and I pulled out of her system leaving her to check it over.

The room was quiet as Hiromi’s eyes continued to glow telling everyone she was reading through a document.

I kept an eye on the other guards, but neither seemed to register me as an actual threat.

Which was kinda hilarious, but I just took it as a good thing and continued to stand guard as Hiromi browsed, finally she slapped a hand onto the table.

“Ridiculous.” She said instantly. “We are selling a song to Master-Space Records. Not selling the musicians rights. You want to be able to sell the song without giving attention to its songwriter. That doesn’t work for my client.”

“It's a standard part of our contracts Ms. Mitsunashi, we need to be able to sell the song without any issues from a musician's public stunts. The contract will make ‘Tank’ a full and complete ownership to Master-Space.”

“You want to have someone else ‘create’ the song and sell it as theirs.” Hiromi argued, and I was just following along not really seeing the issue.

Wasn’t that what selling the song to them meant? Hiromi, stop getting fiery!

“Correct. That is a standard in our business Ms. Mitsunashi, we understand that you are new to the music industry, and not properly licensed to deal in contract law, so we are being understanding of your limitations.”

Wow, what a great way to belittle someone. I was really starting to not like this guy.

“I have enough experience to see when my client is being taken advantage of. We are here at the request of your company, as you wish to purchase my client's work. If this is the best you can offer. I can reach out to other agencies. It honestly isn’t an issue for us.” Hiromi states plainly.

But Sam wasn’t seemingly intimidated.

“The door is behind you Ms. Mitsunashi.”

“Then I’ll leave explaining the situation to Denny to you.” Hiromi added, rising up, and there was a tension in the room, the two guards behind Sam shifted.

I didn’t move. Better to let them think I’m nothing in case I needed to move. If either of them reached for a weapon they would be dead before their hand touched it.

“Hold on Ms. Mitsunashi.” Sam demanded and Hiromi calmly finished rising to her feet.

“Do we have any further business Mr. Henson?”

“Allow me a few moments to make a call. It would be a shame to lose your client out of such a profitable enterprise.” He explained with a smile that was as fake as his attempted kindness.

“I can wait a few minutes.” Hiromi replied back drily, confidence in every inch of her. She had definitely won that exchange.

“Enjoy some snacks while we wait.” Sam offered. Pointing to a table that had…

I guess they were snacks? I don’t really get it. Hiromi nodded, and actually walked over. Grabbing a soda out of a mini fridge I hadn’t even realized was a fridge and then taking some of the weird… Wafers?

Rich people food was fucking weird.

She grabbed one and bit into it, and looked to me, but I just shook my head and remained standing in place.

I still didn't like the look of the guards.

Time stretched on and eventually Hiromi got sick of standing so she retook her seat.

And then Mr. Henson’s eyes finished glowing.

“We will acquiesce on the matter of copyright, Ms. Kusanagi’s name will be attached to the song. In regards to your second alteration which I know you will harp on. We will allow a royalty payment into the contract. Although the gross will drop significantly.” He replied with an unhappy smile.

“I will be happy to look over the contract again.”

Sam nodded and instantly Hiromi received another file. After checking it again, I allowed Hiromi access to it.

She looked it over for a good five minutes. Much longer than she had the first time.

“One minor alteration to line 140b.” She demanded, and the two played back and forth file sharing for a minute before Sam nodded.

“Master-Space records agrees to the alteration.” And then to my surprise an actual paper document was put forward by one of the guards onto the table and Hiromi, took it, looked it over and nodded.

“Sign here.” She told me, and I hesitated, looking it over for myself.

It was basically a paper sign of ‘You agree to the terms of the digital agreement.’ Seemed sort of extraneous to me, but I shrugged. Looking to Hiromi she nodded, looking pleased.

Alright.

I signed my name.

“Thank you ladies.” Sam said as he stood. “The deposit will be made promptly, Ms. Mitsunashi, the Royalty processing system will be opened to you and your client. Master-Space Records welcomes you both to a fruitful partnership.

There was a lot of back and forth between Hiromi and Sam after. They both made snide remarks hidden in flattery thing, but Hiromi was happy, and I didn’t think Denny was trying to play me.

And really in the end? If they did play me, I would either shrug and go on with my life because who cares, or decide to bomb their offices or something.

It’s kinda funny how little things like being stabbed in the back hardly mattered when you knew without a doubt you could murder everyone in the room without breaking a sweat.

In the end Hiromi accepted the lack of a congratulatory party as was the norm for these types of meetings. And we left the tower the same way we came in.

Hiromi was quiet all the way down the elevator and then into the car.

Only when the doors shut did she instantly start squealing and bouncing around.

“I did it! I did it! Motoko! We just made a huge deal! Oh my god! I have to tell my parents! I have to tell the school! I did it!” She cried out bouncing around all the tension in her leaving her a mess of over excited feelings.

I grinned and gunned it. Time to get out of here, and party. Section 9 style.

—--

“Whoa.” Malcolm offered, looking surprised. We were all at my apartment. Having called the boys on the way home, they were surprised at the sudden party until Hiromi had shyly explained what she had done.

“Damn.” Ichi exclaimed. “That’s big times for sure. Was it a lot of eddies?”

“It wasn’t as much as it could have been.” Hiromi responded. “But I got a royalty agreement, and they have to acknowledge Motoko as the original creator.” She looked pleased at this.

Honestly I didn’t care much. I still wasn’t sure if I even wanted to have my name out in the music sphere.

Seemed like a good way to get the wrong sort of attention, but I shrugged, it was good for Hiromi.

“Damn.” Ichi repeated, and I laughed at his shocked look.

“Here choom, have a drink, this is a party for Hiromi after all! Doing such a great job with her business deal!”

“What? No, Motoko you gonk, this is your party! You made a song and sold it to a major label! You, you!” She said, poking me in the cheek with an outstretched finger.

“Eh.” I responded with a shrug. “I think going through a contract and forcing a major label to accept the changes is more impressive.” I said, meeting her eyes and smiling. “So proud of you!”

“Hiromi flushed at the praise and looked away.

“That’s crazy. I mean, I know Motoko picked up the whole music thing. She’s played her songs for us a few times, but wow.” Malcolm added looking at me, and this time it was my turn to be a little shy. “Guess I know a future Rockerboy.”

“Not.” I denied crossing my arms in an X. “I just do songs sometimes. Being all famous and stuff would be awful. It would be so hard to go around and kill people for a living like that.” I offered, and Ichi instantly broke into a laugh, and then louder.

“Jesus Motoko, only you would turn down a nice gig making music being famous and everything so you can keep being a merc. You know some Rockerboys still act as mercs and stuff right?”

“Rarely, and that’s not what I mean… I just don’t like the idea of being famous.”

Ichi just shrugged. “You do you. But it’s preem regardless.”

“Thanks.” I said, happy that Ichi at least wasn’t going to keep poking.

We ended up partying all afternoon, and then Jun walked in, he came inside to the sight of us laughing hilariously at the stupid show that was on.

Well the others were laughing. I was mostly just groaning in horror at how terrible the jokes were.

“Jun!”

“What’s going on… You guys have another gig?” He asked as he pulled himself slowly out of his jacket and threw it on a table.

“We are celebrating. Tired?”

“Just a bit. Sensei called me in for slacking.” He replied and I nodded at that. Good. Jun needed the exercise.

“He said you should go in soon.” Jun said, and I slumped.

“I guess I can go in tomorrow…”

“So what are you celebrating? Oh, pass me those?” Jun asked as he slumped onto the couch and Malcolm handed over the carton of fried rice to Jun.

Well they called it fried rice anyways.

“Motoko sold a song to a record label today.”

“What?” Jun asked, looking up from the food, Rice falling from his chin in surprise.

“It’s not that big Jun. Remember when I met Denny at the recording place? You already knew I sold her the song, we just finalized it today. Hiromi helped me deal with all the contracts and corpo stuff. So we are celebrating her work.”

“You had to do like a contract and stuff? Why didn’t you just get the eddies?” He asked and Hiromi groaned.

“Jun! Business is more than just eddies swapping hands!”

He just shrugged. “I guess.”

“Don’t bother trying to argue with him Hiromi. Jun is a dummy.” I offered, knowing that I would get a reaction as Jun glared at me.

“Motoko.”

“Yes Jun-nii?” I chirped teasing and he glared before scoffing.

“Well it’s good. You going to try and write more songs to sell, or play? You should. Hiromi, get Motoko to put on a show or something.”

“Jun! Stop trying to make me a Rockerboy! I’m a mercenary!”

“Got it Hiromi?” Jun asked, ignoring me. I threw a pillow at him, but he just grinned ignoring my refusal.

“I’ll do my best Jun!”

“Hiromi!”

—--

The next morning as the sun rose, I changed into workout clothes and headed out for a jog. I had enjoyed the party with my chooms, but it was nice to have the whole selling the song thing not hanging over my head anymore.

Even if Hiromi refused to stop bugging me about it.

I jogged all the way down to the Sakura market, enjoying the early morning sounds of Night City. Once there I stopped for some breakfast, and then jogged back. Warmup complete. I hit the Gym area.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” John found me an hour in, as I was using some free weights and squats.

“Been busy.”

“I see that. New chrome.”

“Yeah. Got. A. Sandy.” I told him in between squats.

“Heh. The kid’ll be happy to see that. Or she’ll be annoyed. You talked to Hayato recently?”

“Not. For. A. Bit.”
“You should call her up and set up another spar or something. She’d appreciate it.”

I heard what the real words were behind John's offer.

“I’ll. Text her. Now.” I offered and John smiled, nodding and moving away, letting me refocus.

A spar did sound nice.

*Motoko: You want to meet up for a spar?* I sent out, and nearly instantly got a response back.

*Hayato: That would be acceptable.*

I chuffed out a laugh. Hayato and her Keren were kinda funny to deal with.

*Motoko: Working out now, but I can head to the Dojo anytime.*

*Hayato: I’m already here for my morning workout. Do not keep me waiting.*

Nodding at that, I racked the weights, rose up and stretched. TIme to go play.
 

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