Lights, Camera, Action!

The Silver Pixel Cloud Drive-In itself was obviously deserted, the place was only really operable in the late afternoons when the sun had set, as the movie projector couldn't display anything when it was too bright.

The place itself was rather small, a relatively thin building built amongst the desperately cultivated grass and trees of North Oak. One of the two garage doors that served as entrances were open, whoever had Quentin was waiting for him...

"Alright... Let's spring this trap then, I guess..." he mutters himself, shotgun at the ready as he steps through. He comes out into the movie area, no cars were present but he spotted Quentin, tied to a chair directly under the projector screen

"Obvious..." Ori remarks aloud as he slowly walks towards the hostage, focussing on every nook and cranny to find where the ambush would be coming from. He removes Quentin's gag when he suddenly shouts "Ori!"

Ori promptly turns but gets blinded as the projector abruptly turns on, its light focussed into a beam that seemed to aim directly for his face. His ears twitched as he heard someone sprinting towards him.

[Request Permiss-

He mentally accepts and his pupils quickly shrink into pinpricks, allowing him to see the silhouette rapidly running at him. He aims the shotgun at them and is about to fire when his vision starts heavily flickering, disorienting him.

*BANG!*

He fires off a shot anyway, but clearly misses as he feels something wrap around his gun and snatches it away. A dainty foot then smashes him in the side of his head, causing him to stumble a few steps to the side.

He weathers a couple more attack on his quickly brusing arms and throws a random kick out, causing the woman to dodge back into a couple of back handsprings.

[Interface Breached! Request Permisson to Disconnect Interface from Host Brain: Flesh Administrator] the bots chirp in his mind.

He accepts once again, blinking his eyes awkwardly as he feels the tech get deactivated.

"Hey! What?!" the woman who'd attacked him shouts in surprise, never before encountering what Ori had done... Sure, defence systems were abundant, but completely disconnecting the Cyberware in your head? That would require a Ripperdoc and weeks of prep, not to mention the recovery period!

"Can't hack shit if there's no tech!" Ori shouts as he draws his pistol, but again, something snakes around it and steals it from his grip as he lets out an irritated growl.

Finally though, he could get a good look at the person responsible... An Asian woman wearing a full black bodysuit under a short pink jacket. She had short black hair cut into a stylized bowl-cut and blue/purple eyes which were squinted in concentration. The two black lines on either side of her face alongside her confused pout almost made her look like cat, if he were honest.

The wire gripping his pistol retracts into her palm, allowing her to grip it and point it at Ori's head. "I don't know what you did, but unless you've got something else up your sleeve you better surrender!" she exclaims, her voice tinged with a Russian accent.

...

*Bang!*

She fires at his feet, hitting a rock dead center and shattering it, "I mean it, put your hands up!"

Ori reluctantly does so, "What're you doing with Quentin anyway? He said he needed me to vouch for him, well, here I am. Let's get down to biz." he states, trying to hide the nerves in his voice. He'd been beaten so easily that it was kind of embarrassing...

"Why don't you take a seat next to him first, 'friend'." the woman says, making a shooing gesture with the gun.

Ori kneels on the floor next to Quentin, still with no idea what was happening... "You wanted his father right? Well this guy killed him, so whatever your after is pointless."

The girl huffs at him, "Hmph, like he's any different from the other Corpo's. Your a merc who answered his call, you must've worked for his dad then, yes?"

Ori shakes his head, "No. As I said, we helped Quentin kill him. Ass hole deserved it anyway."

"You're lying..." she states matter-of-factly.

"I ain't."

She folds an arm under another, her nails extending into metallic claws, "You should speak before I make you." she growls at him.

"I already told you what I know, I'm here to vouch for him, that he did what he says he did. What do I need to do for you to accept that as fact? Or are you gonna torture us for shit we may not even know?"

...

Her claws retract as she angrily kicks at the floor, uplifting dust as she irritatedly runs a hand through her hair, "This is so dumb!" she points a finger at Quentin, "He knows nothing and I run into the only merc in Night City who can turn his tech off! This is so unfair!"

...

"Wait, were you going to hack my tech and search my shit?" Ori questions as she paces back and forth in annoyance.

"Duh! If he knew nothing then maybe the merc who worked with his daddy would... But you, ugh!" she complains, as if she hadn't been threatening to torture and shoot him in the face a moment ago.

"Even if you can access my shit, I wouldn't know anything. I only know his dad through a Fixer, a Fixer who'd head I cut off to show to him," he gestures at Quentin, "A couple hours later 'pops' had a hole in his face. What could you want from him anyway, he was chump-change in the Corpo world from what I know." Ori pauses, "Unless your interest is in where he worked... Biotechnica..."

She scowls at him, "Whatever, everything's ruined now. All my planning, and research, and contacts, and Eddies, all down the toilet!" she lets out a sigh and points the gun at Quentin, "Let's just get this over with-"

"I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!" Quentin exclaims with snot and tears dripping down his face.

"Hang on! Why don't we make a deal then, huh?! This is way better than whatever you planned originally! Have Quentin be your man on the inside in Biotechica!"

She snorts at him, "Pfft, like that would work. He'd go crying to the Execs as soon as he could-"

"Not if you had proof that he killed Cleveland Fabrosi! You could use it against him if he tried to go against you!" Ori argues, not wanting to see if he could survive a bullet to the brain...