The bar was alive with the sounds of synthwave music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Night City’s bars were a strange mix of high-tech and grime, where corpos mingled with mercs, hackers, and fixers, all hiding their secrets beneath neon lights and dark sunglasses. Y/N slipped inside, his gaze scanning the room as he kept his head low, the skull mask tucked under his hood to avoid drawing attention.

He spotted Logan Kenway at the far end of the bar, seated alone at a corner table. Logan looked every bit the clean-cut soldier, even in this den of vice and corruption. His hair was cropped close, and his posture was as upright as if he were standing before a commanding officer. Unlike the others around him, Logan wasn’t drinking—not alcohol, anyway. A glass of water sat untouched on the table in front of him, condensation forming a small ring on the stained wooden surface.

Y/N approached the table, and Logan looked up, his face breaking into a slight smile when he saw his old friend. Despite the years, Logan hadn’t changed much. He was still the same steadfast, disciplined man Y/N remembered, a rare thing in a world that seemed to wear people down until they became shadows of their former selves.

“Ghost,” Logan greeted him, his tone warm but tinged with concern. “Been a while.”

Y/N nodded, sliding into the seat across from him. “Logan. Good to see you.”

Logan eyed him carefully, taking in the subtle changes—the cybernetic arms, the haunted look in his eyes, the scars that ran deeper than just the surface. “Heard you went underground. Figured you’d resurface eventually. This city’s got a way of calling people back.”

Y/N’s gaze shifted around the room, watching the patrons, the exit points, the potential threats. Old habits never died, and in a place like this, they kept him alive. “Needed time to figure things out. Lot’s changed since... well, since everything went down.”

Logan nodded, the weight of the unspoken words hanging between them. He knew about the FIA, about the ambush that had wiped out Y/N’s team and left him as the sole survivor. Everyone had thought he’d died that day; in some ways, maybe he had.

“So,” Logan said, breaking the silence. “What’s the plan? Or are you just passing through?”

Y/N leaned back in his seat, his gaze hardening. “The FIA’s still out there, Logan. They’re stronger than ever. They didn’t finish the job back then, but I intend to make sure they don’t get another chance.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching slightly. “You sure about this? Going after them alone—it’s suicide.”

“Maybe,” Y/N replied, his tone resolute. “But I’ve been dead to them for years. Now I’m just cashing in on it.”

Logan sighed, running a hand over his face. He understood the drive for revenge better than most, but he also knew the cost. “Look, Ghost, you don’t have to do this alone. I may not agree with every decision you’ve made, but I’ll stand by you. You know that.”

Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, a hint of gratitude flickering in his eyes. Logan had always been a rock, a stable presence in the chaos. He wasn’t like the others, wasn’t driven by greed or revenge. He believed in loyalty, honor—things that felt foreign in Night City. It was what made him different, and it was why Y/N had sought him out tonight.

“I know,” Y/N said quietly. “But this isn’t your fight. You don’t have to get involved.”

Logan shook his head. “And let you get yourself killed in some crusade? Not happening. You’re my friend, Ghost. If you’re going after them, then I’ll be there, but on one condition.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”

“You listen to me. No unnecessary risks. We do this smart, or we don’t do it at all.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk, the faintest trace of the old camaraderie shining through. Logan had always been the level-headed one, the voice of reason when things got rough. Maybe that’s why they’d made such a good team back in the day.

“Fine,” Y/N agreed. “We play it smart.”

Logan nodded, satisfied. “Good. I’ll dig up what I can on the FIA’s recent activities. They’ve been moving a lot of tech through the city’s underground channels, but it’s hard to pin down exactly where.”

A server approached their table, setting down a glass of something dark and strong in front of Y/N. He took a sip, the burn reminding him of nights spent in even darker corners, with faces he could barely remember now. He set the glass down, letting the warmth settle in his chest.

Logan, as always, kept to his water, his disciplined restraint standing out amidst the haze of alcohol and synth dust that filled the air. He leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. “You know this is going to draw attention. FIA will hear about it sooner or later. You’re ready for that?”

Y/N nodded. “They’ve been hunting in the shadows for too long. Time they get a taste of what they’ve been running from.”

Logan held his gaze, his expression unwavering. “Then we’d better be ready. Because once this starts, there’s no turning back.”

Y/N didn’t need the reminder; he had already burned every bridge that tied him to the life he’d left behind. There was nothing left but this mission, this one final act that would decide everything.

As they stood to leave, Logan placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “We’re in this together. Remember that.”

With a nod, Y/N pulled his mask back on, the familiar weight grounding him as they exited the bar. The neon lights of Night City flickered overhead as they stepped back into the rain-slicked streets, the noise and chaos of the bar fading behind them.

The hunt was on. And this time, they wouldn’t stop until the ghosts of their past were finally laid to rest.