COTE x Cyberpunk 2077: Faceless

Vol 2.3 - Oh Meat

Oh Meat

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Location: Arasaka Tower Stairs, Night City
Year: 2075
Time: 10 PM, Around 2 Months After Arrival

Rebecca, for some incomprehensible reason, had brought a shotgun.

It wasn't suppressed. It wasn't even practical for stealth.

...But then again, Rebecca wasn't exactly known for practicality.

She's known for getting smashed, iykyk.

She laughed as she slammed the stock into the head of the first security bot, the metal crumpling inward with a crack like a dented car hood, the bot spasming and toppling backward into two more behind it.

"COME AND GET SOME, BUCKETS!"

"Seriously?" Kiyotaka muttered behind her, ducking under a wild spray of bullets as more robots began piling up around them. "A shotgun?"

"I didn't shoot it, did I!?"

That's not the problem. The problem is the shot—

WHACK!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGGGHH!!"

She barreled forward again, shouldering a second robot over the rail, sending it screaming down the central shaft.

Kiyotaka... acknowledged the action before moving low, slipping under a bot's arm and twisting his body around the spiral's inner curve.

It drops about two floors from here. Enough to disable them. Not enough to stop them for long.

He glanced up in time to see a spray of bullets rip past his shoulder, scoring the wall behind him. A near miss. He pivoted, grabbing the barrel of the offending bot's rifle arm, slamming it sideways into the stair rail, then bodychecked it hard.

Another down.

"Hey!" Rebecca yelled. "I was SAVING that one!"

Kiyotaka ignored her. "Move. They're stalling us."

They pressed on, stairs twisting endlessly downward. Rebecca used her shotgun like a blunt weapon, hammering joints, kicking knees, smashing optics. She wasn't graceful. She was loud.

She grunted with every swing and cackled every time something crunched.

"DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

"You hit it in the head."

"EXACTLY!"

"I was behind it."

"That's teamwork!"

More bots swarmed from above and below now. Their security protocols appeared to be adjusting... with tighter formations less susceptible to getting picked off. The stairwell shrank with every floor, turning more and more into a metal cage.

On Floor 10, Kiyotaka dove between two units, used their joint hesitation to snap one's elbow backwards, took its rifle and turned it on the other, but didn't fire. Instead, he clubbed it with the butt and then smashed the weapon on the railing.

Down again.

Rebecca came sliding in behind him, landing hard on her side.

"That one had my name on it!"

"No, it didn't," he replied, stepping over the twitching wreck. "Let's go."

They cleared Floor 9, but Floor 8 gave them trouble.