"BANG!"
As the Quartz collided with the oncoming car, three figures flung their doors open, tumbling onto the pavent in a controlled roll.
"Was that really necessary, Oliver?!"
Jack was already taking cover, pulling out his Saratoga and opening fire on the incoming Tyger Claw bikers.
"I'VE GOT ROAD RAGE!
FUCK THEM if they thought this was gonna make hit the brakes!"
Oliver turned back—
His eyes flaring red—
Staring at the Quartz, its front-left side completely caved in from the impact.
His breathing got heavier.
"FUCK! MY SISTER GAVE THAT CAR!"
Karl, still a little dizzy from being thrown around, blinked.
"Wait. You only JUST realized that? And what's with those glowing red eyes—Cyberpsychosis kicking in?"
Oliver smirked.
"I knew you'd say that.
These are Kiroshi Optics—I picked the red scan mode just to ss with people.
Tells when there's a lifeform nearby—
Did I get ya?"**
Karl shook his head.
**"Honestly? I think you're too sane.
Like, 'high-functioning cyberpsycho' levels of sane.
So now what?
The car's wrecked—how are we moving out?"**
Oliver scoffed.
**"A little crash? That ain't enough to kill a Quartz.
I told you—trust in the Thorton build.
The target's still in the trunk.
We take out these kittens first—then we keep driving."**
Karl sighed.
"Fine. You're driving. Your call."
Considering the speed of their pursuers, the Quartz wasn't gonna outrun them forever.
Might as well finish them off first.
"Done."
Oliver popped two rounds into the drivers and passengers of the crashed car, putting down the remaining Tygers.
Jack, anwhile, had already mowed down the bikers behind them.
**"Man. This Synaptic Accelerator is insane.
Thinking of pairing it with Berserk next.
Maybe tweak my hormone regulation algorithm too."**
[BERSERK OS]: A cyberware implant that enhances physical strength, durability, and regeneration. Higher-end models co with nano-skin impact absorption, allowing users to tank bullets like nothing.
Karl holstered Dying Night, realizing there was no one left to shoot.
**"Hold off on that for now.
Vik's been clear—you stack too much cyberware too fast, your body won't adapt properly.
You JUST got the Accelerator.
Maybe put in an order first, let Vik source a good one."**
Jack nodded, considering Cyberpsychosis risks.
"Fair. No need to rush."
Oliver stretched, patting his Kiroshi optics.
**"I'm set for now.
Just gotta see how I adapt to these first.
If it goes well—might pick up a Sandevistan next.
No more waiting around to line up shots."**
Karl narrowed his eyes.
**"That thing isn't for amateurs.
At least don't get so corpo experintal model.
We all know how that ends."**
Oliver smirked.
**"C'mon, I'm not an idiot.
Who the fuck just grabs random cyberware without checking the manufacturer?"**
Thanks to Vik's constant warnings, they never installed second-hand cyberware—or mystery mods.
"Click."
Jack popped open the trunk, checking the cargo.
Kazuo Sato was still inside—
His head had smacked against the trunk during the crash, leaving a massive lump.
"Still breathing."
Jack grinned.
"Lucky bastard."
"Then let's not wait—keep moving!"
Oliver was mid-sentence when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar glow flickering in the distance.
A very familiar glow.
The mont he saw it, he imdiately knew what it was.
RPG.
Shit. The car—
"BOOM."
The shockwave from the mid-air explosion barely reached Oliver—by the ti it did, it was no stronger than a light breeze brushing against his face.
"They're actually trying to use that on us?"
Jack lowered his pistol, staring at the smoking trail of the RPG he'd just detonated mid-flight with a single shot.
"Why the hell do Tyger Claws have rocket launchers?"
Karl, in contrast, looked completely unfazed.
**"Probably leftovers from that convoy job we ran.
The higher-ups didn't use everything, so they sold off the extras at a ridiculous markup to the street-level goons.
Classic corpo dog tactics—sa reason I got this cyberware on my face right now."**
"Waste not, want not, huh?"
Oliver popped open the car door, pulling out his Nekomata.
"Good thing my rifle made it through."
He raised the scope—
Took aim.
Inside the crosshairs were three Tyger Claws, scrambling to reload another RPG.
**"Compared to the agents who hit us before, these guys are laughably slow.
They seriously didn't expect anyone to shoot their RPG mid-air?
Co on—let show them sothing fun."**
He exhaled, stabilizing his shot.
"Karl, I rember you once sniped a bullet into a gun's chamber mid-shot to jam it, right?"
"Yeah—
The last ti we got hit by an RPG."
Oliver grinned.
**"Then let show you sothing else—
A mid-air detonation."**
The mont the Tygers launched their RPG, Oliver pulled the trigger.
'Showti.'
Karl and Jack didn't even flinch—
Just stood there, arms crossed, watching.
They trusted Oliver's aim.
Trusted it enough to bet their lives on it.
"WHIZZ."
The Nekomata's bullet tore through the air—
Faster than a blink—
Intercepting the just-fired RPG mid-flight.
"BOOM!"
A blinding fireball erupted in the night sky.
Oliver lowered his rifle, flipped off the explosion, and muttered—
"I fucking hate people who shoot RPGs at ."
Because it always reminded him of his SOR-22—
The rifle he never even got to fire once before it got blown to hell.
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