All of a sudden, there was this truck that came behind our six and next to us into the opposite lane.

It kept rudely beeping. I widened my eyes when they were doing that to Podre. Did they need something from us?

"Shit..." Marcus mumbled.

"Stop the car, Marcus." Podre said casually.

"What's going on?" I said in concern, because in around a few seconds I was gonna be involved.

"Business, you carry'n?" Podre answered.

Marcus rolled the vehicle up to a nearby parking lot. The window next to me rolled down. The truck that was honking at us parked in front of us. A tall man exited the passengers side next to the driver. He slowly strode over to the window next to me.

"Sebastian Ibara. Looks like it's my lucky day." The cyborg said with a devious smile. It was crystal clear that he didn't spend a penny on his face, for facial features.

"What do you want?" Podre questioned the solider.

The solider placed his hand on the frame of the window and leaned his arm on the bottom on the window, where his hand was inches away from my arm.

"To settle our biz, once and for all. Got an offer for ya, Paddy. SO, listen up! Get the fuck out of Vista, pull your boys off the streets. I'll give you the glen, done deal. No more restless nights. See how generous I can be?" He threatened Podre.

Generosity wasn't something that many people gave, especially not this man.

I gave Podre a look and watched how silent he was. My stomach twisted and my blood burned in fury, I could feel the bitter tension travel through my veins. I hated how manipulative this man was being towards Podre, and considering his age.

"What Paddy? What's it gonna be-"

"One more fuck'n word!" I snapped.

"Stay out of this! I don't know you." The solider snapped, I didn't care, I kept going.

I pointed at him before speaking, "And I don't know you, which means you're worth shit around here and a capable of less." I replied, he glared at me with a cold gaze.

He was silent, it was like I got him into a corner.

"Well it seems like this conversation has came to a close." Podre finally spoke.

"Careful Podre, someone's gonna barrel you at your six. You neither, shit-bucket." He rudely pointed the last part to me. Then he left quickly before I could have any say.

"Marcus, please." Podre suggested for us to finally leave.

"I'm pleased to see you haven't forgot your roots, still have the gift. So many little shits left around here...Their spines got soft when they look down the barrel of a gun." Podre trailed off into his own world at the end of his sentence.

"Who was that?" I questioned, trying to conceal the essence of anger I still had.

"No one important. He'll be gone in a week. And someone else will take his place."

"He pulled an iron on you." I reminded him.

"He did. He'll pay for doing so." Podre replied, calmly.

Marcus made a final turn on the roads, I spotted the overpass and the bar that was down bellow.

"Right here. I'll just drop down bellow." I called out.

"Here, before you go."

My gaze travelled over to a a card that he held out to me. I gladly took it, examining it was his business card and his number. It was a card that had a blade through a bleeding heart. Words were sketched down on the blade. It read Father Sabastian. Then the number on the back.

"Your number?" I questioned.

"It could be useful. Maybe work together some time- take us two years back to the good old days." He reminded me.

"Thanks, Podre." I turned to open the vehicle door and to exit.

"Gotta go." I added.

"So go with God." He replied. I wasn't religious, but I appreciated the kind words.

I jumped over the railing, around a eight foot drop. My feet landed on the top of dumpster, I caught myself with my hands and safely made it to the ground. I made quick movements past the people that were in the alleyway. I passed by those few people, I minded my own business and spotted an elevator off to the distance. I swiped down on the blue panel that showed an arrow going up or down.

The doors closed as the elevator slowly, as I made my way down to the underground lot.

I felt a cold buzz on my blue tooth. I swiped up to answer the number.

"V, what's your status?" Kirk questioned in concern.

"Did you just make that nickname up?" I questioned.

"Well, you gotta have a code to go by if ya want to get out of here." Kirk replied.

"On location, 'bout to find your man." I answered with a usual smooth voice. I wanted to hide the bad feeling I had.

"Don't worry, I trust him like a Brother." he ended the call from there. I slowly made my way through two halls and found a sign that said parking 'A'. I stopped at the end of the hallway as the doors automatically opened. The lights were off, then by the motion of the doors the lights turned on. I shook my head, why did I take the job?

I was slowly lost in time looking at all the beautiful and expensive vehicles. Vehicles I could never buy or earn.

"Somethin' I can help you with?" A emotionless voice questions. I turn, I saw a small window that was barricaded with something over top of it. The guy had dark coloured hair, a ball cap on and a teal mechanic suit on.

"You Rick?" I questioned.

"You with Kirk?" He replied back, almost as if Kirk called him before I arrived here. I scolded myself remembering I left my skateboard back at the Coyote.

"Yep." I trailed off my sentence.

"Camera's now blind, you have twenty-minutes." I sighed in relief, I thought Kirk said ten seconds... What was up with that? I walked through the garage admiring different vehicles. I wanted to see the engine so badly for each... My eyes darted over to a glowing blue sign that said VIP behind each vehicles. I spotted a silver coloured Reyfeild.

"Kirk, I see the Reyfeild." I piped up to him.

"Your time to shine, kiddo. Good luck." He replied with a satisfied voice.

I walked over to the driver-side door and I took out the skeleton key. I pressed the large button at the top.

"Lets take this piece of wonder-tech for a spin." I mumbled with a smile.

"You're a women with little faith. See? We're rich! Now fire 'er up and call me when you're underway. I'll tell you where it go!" Kirk yells on the other line. It was nice to see such a violent and cruel person happy then breaking my firends legs with a smile...

I sat down into the seat, the doors silently and quickly closed. I placed the skelleton key behind the steering wheel. The car started to bypass who was in the vehicle. The light was loading from a red, to a yellow, and to a green.

"Looks like this'll be a cool breeze." I mumbled to myself.

Suddenly the door on my side opened.

"Get the fuck out!" A man threatened. He pointed a gun to my face, I was debating if I should gun it and get shot or sort things out.

The man had short black hair, tied in a man bun. He was decently built, tan skin, a casual cyber motorcycle jacket, and had green eyes.

"Okay easy." I held up my hands. I didn't want my forehead to have a hole in it by the end of the night.

"Nothing personal compa, just biz. Reyfeild's mine." the man replied in a Spanish voice. He seemed Mexican by the way he spoke, calling me a compa meant buddy.

"What man? Ever heard of thieves honour? Finders keepers, I was here first-" I argued with the man.

"Look, one of two ways to do this, friendly or fucked up. Either way is the same, I'm taking the car." The man replied to my smart ass comment. Instead he grabbed me by the arm and tried to drag me out of the vehicle.

"What-what are you doing?" I stuttered. Suddenly he backed off when we both heard loud engines and burning rubber.

Panic set in my chest when I saw red and blue flashing lights. Smoke dusted around the garage, two Police vehicles parked next and in front of the Reyfeild.

"NCPD! Drop your weapons! Stay where you are and hands up!" A Police man yelled, getting out of the vehicle.

"Stay where you are!" A women Police Officer yelled.

"Hands where I can see them!" Another Officer yelled.

"On the ground Motherfuckers!" the women Police Officer yelled.

I held up my hands in surrender. One of the Officers approached me and dragged me out of the vehicle. The man placed a knee on my back and held down my hands. Next thing the man who pulled a gun on my head was on the ground next to me. My face was being pressed against the cold concrete.

"Jackie Welles, my old pal from the 'hood'. See you haven't gained an ounce wiser." The cop said to the man that I assume was Jackie.

"Oh, hey Detective Stints, it's been a while hasn't it?" Jackie says with a sheepish voice.

"Inspector Stints." Stints corrects. There wasn't much to the man he looked exactly like the other cops.

"Fuck, same shit, man." Jackie replied to Stints. Stints travels over to Jackie's pistol that was lying there on the ground.

"Speaking of..." Stints gaze travels over to me.

"Your mug's are familiar, too." Stints admits, pinning this onto me. I smiled brightly.

"How about that- the pig that chatters." I commented, the other cops chuckled. But that didn't seem to piss of Stints, he's probably been called every name in the book.

"Left for Alanta, looking for a slice of happiness. But guess what the way your going you'll never find it. Your pathetic, Silverjynx. I just hope if you have children one day, that they won't be something as shitty as you."

"Fuck you. You know what? You spiced up my game, hon. I'll make sure they turn out better and badder then I am." I shot back at the cop.

"I've always maintained, it's the same for all of you termites in Heywood. Thankfully its only a small area in Night city, otherwise one of you would be running this city. It's all the same, born here, live here, die here, looks like I was correct." Stints praised himself.

I rolled my eyes, "Enough with the chatter, what now?" I questioned.

"Pretty simple, gettin' booked, gonna do a stint. Heh, get it!" Stint laughed at his own pun.

"Come on, Stints. Give us a break, huh? You lock us up and we'll just jerk off until trial-"

"Ew, you have a sick humour, Jackie!"

"Don't worry you'll get use to it." Jackie replied to my comment of disgust.

"Eh, worst case we get some months. Standin' only now days, in el'bote. So, we'll probably be out early." Jakie added.

"Are these the thieves? Ordinary street trash?" A snobbish voice questioned off from the distance. This must of been the man that Kirk spoke about.

"Ah, Mr. Fujaka, we have them in custody. We'll be taking 'em in now." Stints replied to a man that wore a gold vest and a pastel pink, dress shirt, and casual slacks. His hair was short, and welly maintained.

"Fuck... What are we gonna do, Jackie?" I whispered to him.

"I dunno, try something, your a women for freak'n sakes!" He half whispered and half yelled.

"Probably this is gonna look even worse Mr. Fujaka, but I only did this to save a friend's life. If I didn't get the car as promised, someone that has power on these streets would of killed 'em and his family, for not paying a debt. Tell me something Mr. Fujaka, would you do it if it involved someone you care about dying?" I questioned him.

His gaze travelled over to me for a moment. He was silent then made it very clear on his decision.

"Stints, I'm not pressing charges on these two. I have no time to waste, especially on testify or play at an investigation." He said with a emphatic voice. A wave of relief washed over me.

"Are you kidding?! You suggest we should let the scum go?!" Stints questioned in disbelief.

Mr. Fujaka stepped in Stints space even when he was shorter than stints.

He poked Stints chest, "I suggest, you toss them in sea, cuffed legs, so the trash doesn't float." Mr. Fujaka huffed, he turned his heel and left the Police to deal with us.

"Oh, fuck. We are in so much shit..." Jackie mumbled. They turned us over onto our backs. Two of them extended a rod out that had electric voltage crawling up on the rod. Immediately they struck us both with those, a flash of darkness took over my consciousness.