Zombie

After joining their crew, temporarily or not, Sasha exits the apartment and leaves Ori alone with Rebecca and Bats, the latter of which was very aware that his presence was unwanted. Especially with how Rebecca glared at him when she didn't think Ori was looking.

"I think... I'll go see what's happening at Lizzie's..." he awkwardly announces as he gets to his feet. "You two remember to turn the lights off, energy bills and such..."

"Er, you sure?" Ori asks, "This place is technically yours, I don't wanna run you out..."

"You, shut up." Rebecca states before focussing on Bats, "And you... Enjoy the rest of your night..."

"Y-yeah... You too..." he says, grabbing his coat and stepping out just as Rebecca slams the door behind him. "You owe me for this... Kid..." he mutters under his breath as he walks away.

With Bats safely away, Rebecca turns her eyes on Ori, who scoots back on the couch after feeling her intensity... "Hey, I did almost die today, think we could just cuddle...?"

"Fuck no! We're gettin' down and dirty now that all the busy-bodies are gone!"

"It's four AM! Aren't you tired!?"

"Not tired enough! Now stop acting like some virgin princess and pants off!" she states as she approaches him, hands reaching for his jeans like a perverted strangler.

*Beep-Beep*

...

Both mercs look over at the noise and notice it's coming from Ori's holophone. He snatches it up and opens it before Rebecca can stop him, answering the call for someone he hadn't expected...

"Hey... Am I interrupting something?" Rogue asks, taking a puff of her cigarette.

"Yeah!"

"No..."

They look at one another after their opposing answers...

"I would leave you two to... Whatever you're doing, but this is kind of important. You'll both wanna hear it." Rogue states seriously.

...

Rebecca reluctantly drops onto the couch next to Ori with a huff, "Get on with it then..."

"So, what's the biz?" Ori questions, not sure why Rogue would be calling.

"Bad news... You're famous! Congratulations, 'Zombie'."

"Zombie?" Ori parrots.

"And how's that bad news anyway?" Rebecca adds.

Rogue just smirks knowingly at them, "Being famous in our line of work ain't a good thing, kid. And that stunt you pulled last night? You're in the big leagues now."

"Of course you'd know about that..." he sighs.

"It's my job to know." she retorts, taking another puff of her cig.

"What's this about a 'zombie' then?"

"Since people don't know your real name or face, that's what they've started calling you."

"Okay... But why 'zombie'? Should I feel insulted?" he wonders aloud.

Rogue snorts at him, "You really gonna ask why?" she pulls out a device and begins playing a video through the call, clips of him getting shot in the heart, head, and other places, yet still continuing despite the shitload of blood he'd lost in the process.

Rebecca stares at it with wide eyes, having not seen just how severe his injuries had been until now.

Rogue tosses the device away, "Yeah, lots of people wanting to check out what tech you're running. Most Cyberware is based around not taking damage in the first place, the stuff you have though? Got a lot of people interested."

Ori folds his arms, "It ain't for sale."

Rogue shrugs, "I wasn't offerin' to buy, getting whatever they Cyberware out of you would probably cost more than it's worth anyway, especially if it can heal fatal injuries in minutes... I was actually thinking to call you tomorrow to give you time to recover, looks like it wasn't necessary..."

Rebecca leans forwards, "Any cool name for me? Robot Annihilator? Gun Gal? Goddess?"

"More like 'that girl in zombie's crew'." Rogue snickers, "Most people only got eyes for the kid there, the rest of you are gonks as far as they're concerned."

"So what, you just callin' to warn me? Nothin' else? Not the thing I hired you for...?" he questions.

"Still no sign of your sis, kid. I've got some leads but telling you them might fuck the whole operation, not to mention outing my guy on the inside. But yeah, I'm here to warn you and give some advice. You should lay low for a while, Biotechnica, Tyger Claws, NCPD, anyone who wants your Cyberware, and everyone who wants to claim the bounty on your head will be hunting you."

Ori lets out a sigh, "You sure they don't know who I am?"

Rogue nods, "Yeah, no one's got a clue, trust me on that. You should also burn the clothes you wore last night, repaint your girlfriend's weapon, and try to keep your Cyberware secret. You don't want anyone outing you right now, especially while the Tygers are looking for a scapegoat to pin shit on. Not to mention all the stock brokers who got burned from your stunt."

"... Thanks for the heads up... Lemme know if you find anything on Cat."

"Don't mention it... When all the heat clears you might be getting some gigs from me, people trust names, and you're definitely making one for yourself. Rogue out."

*Beep-Beep*

Ori tosses the holophone onto the table and leans back into the couch, "I'm not really sure how to feel about this..."

"Me neither. No way in hell I'm burning this jacket!" Rebecca states, ignoring the bullet holes the thing had sustained.

"Yeah, I'll just wear mine inside now... Better than letting it get any more holes." he says, poking a finger through a bullet hole in its chest.

Rebecca strips off her jacket, revealing her black bra and panties before beginning to crawl towards him, "Don't think I've forgotten! I'm not letting you get away this time."

Ori raises a tired hand to his hair, grimacing at how sticky it was. He'd had a brief shower but it wasn't enough to remove all the blood. "Fine. But only if you promise to repaint Guts... And any other gun you got."

She just snorts at that, "Like people are gonna care about my guns when all of my skin is completely white!"

"I'm sure plenty of people are modded their ski-Mffph!" he's cut off as Rebecca latches onto his mouth like a leech, her tongue brushing his lips and teeth.

"Now, are you gonna carry me to bed, or do you wanna be carried..."

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