The one who knocks

Ori slinks through Kabuki market with a hood pulled over his head, his new M221 Saratoga hidden inconspicuously under his new jacket. It was late in the afternoon and the sky was dimming, allowing the many lights of the market to illuminate the area.

It was actually busier at this time than at any point in the day, everyone coming out to drink, fuck, or fight. He was already wearing the Scav holomask, but he hadn't activated it yet to avoid early detection...

He continues along the Kabuki roundabout until he spots the dimly lit sign of BJ's Meat and Burger, unfortunately for them, they'd probably have to shut down for tonight after Ori was done with the target.

Speks had thankfully sent a picture of the guy he had to off, some Asian-looking dude called Yang with minimal-visible Cyberware, a colourful shirt, and tracksuit bottoms.

There were a couple stalls around BJ's, but it wasn't hard to spot his target, drinking in the middle of a group of his friends, loudly speaking on various subjects, most of which he didn't seem to have a clue about.

"I told her, 'Woman if you think you can find better than me, go ahead! Show them your flabby ass and fake tits, I do not give a fu-ck!'" the man boisterously remarks as his buddies laugh along. He takes a deep drink of his beer, "And guess what!? Ten minutes later I see the whore walkin' outta the bar with two guys! I mean, what the hell is that!? Sure she had enough meat for three or more men, but go-od damn!"

Ori steps closer but gets a message from the Nanites...

[Permission Request Emotional Suppression, Heartrate Increased, Stress Response Rising: Flesh Administrator]

"No. I'll do it on my own." Ori whispers under his breath, determined to not become completely reliant on the bots. If he needed them to fuck with his brain just to stop him from having a mental breakdown, he was already too far gone.

"Just shows you datin' outta your league, Yang!"

Yang shakes his head and laughs, "No way! Just that all you bozos have such low standards!" he looks to the stall over and slides the beer away, "Boss-man, another dri-" he's interrupted as Ori steps behind him however, the Scav mask active and showing a crackling smiling face with X's for eyes.

"Yo what the fu-" one of Yang's friends exclaims just as Ori pulls his M221 Submachine Gun outta his jacket and opens fire.

*DAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA!*

Yang's body instantly slumps forward as bullets shred his body, all of his friends instantly flee and the only one who stays is the stall owner who'd thrown himself to the ground.

Ori keeps firing until he'd expended his entire magazine, he steps back with heavy breaths and almost forgets to take a picture before running away, ducking into a nearby alleyway to find a quiet place to hide.

[IMG SENT]

[Job's done, now I want my pay.] - Ori

[Yeh yeh boi! Good shit good shit! Lemme just confirm with the client and we be preemo!] - Speks

...

Ori looks down at himself and his clothes still spattered with the man's blood. "Sorry bud, it was you or me." he disingenuously mutters while taking the chance to reload his weapon.

[Ey... Sooooo... Bad news...] - Speks

[You tell me that was the wrong guy and I'm coming for you, dumb bastard!] - Ori

[Nono! Right guy, but client says we got more one more to off.] - Speks

...

[10%] is all Ori replies with, tired of this fucking idiot Fixer... Shit information, shit client, shit job.

[Whaaat, that leaves me with only 10% choom! cmon!] - Speks

[You accept it, not for the job, but for Max and Six to not find out. GET IT] - Ori

...

[FINE! I thought we were chooms but whatevs! Here's the guy's photo, he should be in his home at-

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Ori walks up the apartment stairs until he reaches the third floor, the large hallway was thankfully empty as he approaches the 154th door and stands outside of it... He takes a deep breath and knocks on it a couple times.

...

The door gets slid open by a teenage girl around Ori's age, both just stare at each other in surprise, him at her and her at the holographic scav mask...

"Jess!? Who is it!?" a male voice calls from inside the apartment, drawing Ori's attention.

"That Darren?" he questions, his voice modulated by the mask.

"W-who's askin'?" she shoots back, but whimpers when he retrieves his gun from inside his jacket.

"I'm askin'. Answer."

"Y-yeah, it is... D-don't hurt me! I don't even like him that much!" she quietly exclaims, running past Ori without even her shoes...

Shaking his head, Ori steps inside and shuts the door behind him, walking into the living room where Darren was lying half-naked across the couch playing some retro video games on his TV.

"Who was it then Jess-..." the blonde-haired man pauses when he spots Ori, eyes widening. "Y-yo! I don't know who the fuck you are but I can pay whatever you want!" he falls off of his couch and hurriedly pushes himself away, "I got Eddies! J-just name your price!"

...

"Ten thousand."

"W-what!?-" he starts but his objection trails off when Ori points his gun at his head. "I-I don't have that kinda cash to throw around! F-five thousand... I can give that!"

...

"Fine." he pulls out a Shard and tosses it to the man, not wanting the cash to get traced back to him. The man dutifully does as he's told and hands the shard back to him with a sheepish smile. "S-so we good?"

"Yeah, we go-"

*Bang!*

He shoots a hole into the guys face, no point in ruining his reputation by showing kindness to some douchebag. If Ori had the time he'd snoop around the apartment for anything to steal, but he imagined the NCPD or whoever the guy was affiliated with would be on their way.

Ori makes it to the front door only to pause as he hears a commotion on the other side, a familiar female voice all but shrieking.

"In there! In there! He's gonna hurt Darren! Do somethin'!"

...

He sighs, that's what he gets for showing mercy... He only hoped that 'Darren' was worth sacrificing their lives for.