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"Man, what a night. We were just planning to chill at El Coyote Cojo, watch Jackie work, have a few drinks… and we ended up drafted into hauling crates."
Grumbling and completely worn out, Oliver flopped onto the couch the mont they got ho from the bar.
"Didn't expect it to be that busy either," Jackie said with a laugh. "But hey, you guys showed up at the perfect ti. Thanks for helping with the stock—we had to move two whole warehouse shipnts. I couldn't leave the front, was totally slamd."
"Moving booze wasn't a big deal."
With his cyberarms doing the heavy lifting, Karl didn't feel like it had been much effort at all. Now back ho, he was relaxing with a glass of sweet tea. He glanced at Oliver, who looked half-dead after running sim drills all morning and lugging cases all afternoon, then turned to Jackie.
"Though… were there more Valentinos at the bar than usual today? Sothing up?"
"You noticed that too?"
"I was with Oliver and V loading the liquor and supplies into the back, but even from the alley, I saw a bunch of guys with Valentino tattoos heading into the bar."
Karl's observation got a groan of confirmation from Oliver. "Yeah, I saw them too. What's going on? Are they about to go to war or sothing? Tactical prega?"
"Nah, nothing like that."
Jackie paused for a mont before continuing. "It's kinda weird, actually. The Valentinos hit a corp shipnt recently. During the job, they grabbed a corp guy—planned to interrogate him to find the drop location. But just as they were about to get him talking—boom. Dude exploded. Like, legit blew up from the inside. Took out a bunch of our own. Gustavo thinks there's sothing fishy going on and started pulling people in to investigate."
Gustavo, a high-ranking Valentino and good friend of Jackie's, was a familiar face at El Coyote Cojo. While Karl and his crew hadn't officially t him, they definitely knew who he was.
A corp guy detonating after getting caught… that rang a bell.
V was the first to connect the dots. "That makes three now. The guy on the road earlier. The one today at the bar. And now this Valentino job. All different incidents. All corp dogs. All blew themselves up."
"Three?" Jackie blinked, confused.
Karl filled him in on what happened on their way to the bar. "Maine's crew grabbed an Arasaka guy. Sa result—kaboom."
"Huh… Gustavo's target was Kang Tao. Maine's was Arasaka. And the one we saw was Kendachi, right? That's three different corps. You're telling all their employees are so loyal they're willing to blow themselves up the mont they're compromised?"
"If it's not loyalty…" Karl muttered, "then it's sothing else."
"They were made to explode."
He paused, thinking back. "Rember that Militech exosuit we got during that gig we flipped to Rogue? The one where I ended up at Big Bird Spinz? The pilot's head blew up—corp-controlled suicide protocol. Feels similar, no?"
"Still a big leap between blowing out soone's skull and rigging their whole body like an RPG," Jackie replied. "The explosions we've seen lately? Those things had radius. Ain't easy to sneak that kinda firepower into soone's body unnoticed—not even a corp dog."
"Maybe it's not about the tech, but the control protocol," Karl said, thinking aloud.
The idea wasn't absurd—not in Night City. Corps saw employees as disposable. Binding their lives to a contract wasn't even controversial anymore. A bomb in the body wasn't unthinkable. But...
There were limits.
Installing an explosive device sophisticated enough to avoid detection, function seamlessly alongside neural ware, and not trigger accidentally while working overti? That kind of precision required serious skill—and expense.
Neuro-linked triggers, tight integration with the nervous system, specially trained ripperdocs. One slip, and the guy blows up mid-shift, killing his entire cubicle farm and torching millions in assets.
Not exactly efficient. Especially not for low-tier employees.
So what was the angle?
"…This feels more like sothing an AI would do," Karl muttered. "Burn the asset the second it's no longer useful."
At that mont, the door upstairs creaked open. T-Bug stepped out onto the landing and delivered her bombshell:
"Sounds like rogue AI behavior to . Asset loses value—delete it."
"Wait, AI?!" Oliver looked up at her in shock.
T-Bug leaned on the railing, eyes scanning the group below. "Not only can so AIs pull this off… so of them might be riding around in at suits. Acting human."
That stopped Karl cold. AIs controlling people?
He'd heard about the data crash—the one that destroyed the global Net and gave birth to truly sentient AIs. Those rogue constructs still haunted the deep layers of cyberspace, attacking anyone foolish enough to go diving.
To contain them, the gacorps built the Blackwall—a massive digital firewall separating today's Net from the chaos beyond. But the Blackwall wasn't perfect. So AIs managed to slip through. Others were born inside the new Net. Uncontrolled. Untraceable.
He'd always thought they were just code. Dangerous code, sure—but digital.
Now?
"AI taking over people... I thought that was just so fringe theory," Oliver said, still skeptical.
T-Bug didn't elaborate. She simply said, "Stick around long enough in this biz, you see enough to stop laughing at ghost stories."
With that, she tossed Karl a shard, which he caught reflexively.
"Anyway, we're not involved in that ss—yet. Let's keep it that way. Whether it's NetWatch or so rogue blackwall freak, we don't want any of 'em knocking on our door. That chip's got all the possible locations tied to our current target. Review it and scout early tomorrow."
Yawning, she turned and headed back to her room, door shutting quietly behind her.
Karl stared at the closed door, holding the shard.
T-Bug was right.
No point stressing about threats you haven't even t yet. First things first.
He slotted the shard.
Let's deal with the ss right in front of us before worrying about the ones still hiding in the dark.
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