Part 7
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- Thanks for the ride.
Grinning I held out my fist to Panam, which she punched with her fist.
- You're it... sorry about the scene in the clan car park... I have a bit of a temper....
- Don't sweat it...
I waved my hand.
- ...I'm not offended. So stop moping and cheer up. I liked Panam who's ready to tear me apart more than Panam who feels guilty.
- Tz... Asshole...
- I liked you too.
Getting out of the car I quietly slammed the cabin door. Then I walked to the door of Misty's small Esoterica shop and with the quiet tinkling of bells and to the squeal of Tortika's spinning wheels I walked inside.
- Hello...
- Greetings, tell me here somewhere there should be a clinic of Victor Vector...
I looked around a little confused. The girl who met me in Esoterica was peculiar. No, she wasn't ugly, but the style she favoured didn't really suit her. She had this gothic, bum style.
- Victor?
- Yeah.
- You go through that door, there's an entrance to the basement where the clinic is.
- Is he free?
The girl shrugged.
- Yes.
- Thank you, beautiful.
The girl grinned.
- It's not worth the flattery.
I shrugged my shoulders.
- No flattery, you really are a pretty girl, the style isn't mine of course, but the fact that you're pretty is for sure.
- Huh, thanks...
I walked past the girl, and went out into a small courtyard to the entrance to the basement where I could hear a working TV with a programme about boxing.
- Excuse me...
As I entered the clinic, I caught the eye of a Reaper.
- Are you Victor Vector?
- I am.
The man gave me a hard look.
- My name is David, I used to live in Aroyo, and there's only a reaper there nicknamed Doc....
I wrinkled my nose a little.
- ...I got an implant from him that I found in the back of his flat, and I'd like to check it out. I have my suspicions.
- Come on, show me your implant.
I took off my jacket and then my T-shirt and turned my back to the ripper.
- Fuck...
He sighed and made a couple of manipulations with his chair, turning it into a couch to lie face down on.
- ...Come on, now that you're here...
I grinned, and lay down on the couch, after which I was injected with a few different shots in my back and fell into a light slumber, from which I emerged only at the end of the procedures.
- Well...
Victor wrinkled his nose a little.
- ...the sandevistan was installed, though not perfectly, but on the whole not badly. I've corrected some points, of course, and I'll also prescribe a course of medication for you, which you'll have to take from the dispenser I gave you.
- Okay, how much do I owe you? Just so I know if there's anything else I can count on today.
- Well, I didn't do anything wrong, so five hundred for the checkup and another two hundred for the meds.
I nodded my head.
- What do you have in the way of optics?
- I have everything...
Victor shrugged his shoulders.
- And of the optics with infrared vision mode.
- The second series of Kiroshi already has that, but you're solo, right?
I nodded my head.
- Then I suggest the third series, it's more expensive, but it has better protection.
I nodded my head.
- Great, so we need to change the optics and install a newer cyberdeck. What do you got?
- Unfortunately, I don't have anything specialised for runners.
- А...
I waved my hand.
- I'm not a runner. I just need a well-protected piece of hardware.
- Well, get up, I'll fix the chair and we'll do the optics and the deck.
A couple of minutes and I am already in a half-sleep again, and Victor installs me a new chrome before removing the old one.
- So...
When all the procedures were over, I was brought back to my senses.
- ...I've changed everything for you, the medication is here....
He put a small dispenser on the table, which I took and immediately inhaled the mixture.
- Mm-hmm... today tomorrow don't strain yourself too much, the day after tomorrow you can start working. The medicine will last for a week, take it every night before going to bed.
- Got it, thanks.
- Yeah... and boy...
He gave me a good look.
- Yeah?
- Don't rush the chrome... let your body get used to it, or you'll go crazy....
- I wasn't going to.
I shrugged.
- I'm more than happy with my meat carcass so far. So I wasn't going to set up more than that.
- Well, if that's the case.
Victor nodded, and I finally stood up to leave.
- Boy, at least once a month, come check on the chrome.
- Okay, Victor Vector.
- You can just call me Vic.
I smiled and nodded to the man and left his clinic. The Esoteric shop was already closed, so I walked through the yard and went out through one of the iron gates, then caught a car and went home....
Already at home I took a shower and went to bed....
Morning...
The morning brought me an unfamiliar feeling of lightness. I had never felt that in this body before....
With a sigh I got out of bed and stretched. Even if the chrome had been set almost right before, and now it was completely right, the difference was very clear.
- So...what am I going to do?
On the drive from Vic's yesterday, I'd dropped Regina a message that I was taking a medical suspension for the day on the advice of the Reaper. After a little standing under the morning shower I went to my room and took out of the bag that stood there one of the automatic rifles of the Scavengers began to disassemble it.
A couple of minutes and the weapon is disassembled into components, and I with a sigh take out the next machine gun and disassemble it, then another and another.
Only after disassembling all the guns I started to clean the parts and inspect them.
When I had finished cleaning the parts, there was a knock on the door.
With a sigh I stood up and looked through my visor to see who was behind it and opened the door.
- What do you want?
- To talk...
The big man looked at me through his sunglasses.
- Talk.
- Can I come in?
- No.
- And yet...
He takes a step forward and my gun rests in his groin.
- I said no. Tell me what you want.
- Your mum sold me an item... for thirty grand.
I raised an eyebrow questioningly.
- Is there any paperwork or some kind of contract for that? Maybe a receipt?
- Where'd that come from?
- I mean...
I looked at the man carefully.
- ...you come to me and you claim your mum sold you something. You either came to return it or you didn't get it for some reason.
- Second. Your mum disappeared the day before she was supposed to give me the goods.
I nodded my head.
Breathe in.
- Wait a minute...
I closed the door right in front of the man's nose and leaned my back against the door and activated the deck with the help of which I pulled up the documents on receipts and payments that had passed to me after Gloria's death. And there was indeed a strange inflow of funds, or rather not inflow, but expenditure, she had paid for another term at the academy.
Of course, I could shake on it, but ...
When I opened the door, I looked at the man.
- What's your bill?
He handed me his account information in a confused manner, and I dropped thirty thousand into it, which was exactly the weird amount Gloria had spent.
- All of it?
- I'd actually rather take the goods....
- I don't know what she was selling, and I didn't find anything weird in the last flat.
- Don't lie, boy.
- Did you get your money back?
- Yeah.
- Well, get out of here.
I chuckled and closed the door and went back to work. Having quietly cleaned the parts, I examined them carefully and realised that I could assemble only two working machines, which I would have no claims to the quality of. Actually, that's exactly what I did, after which I loaded the defective parts into a separate bag.
They can still be used.
If not for the gromila, I would probably buy myself a good 3D printer, which can melt materials itself, turning them into the substance from which it prints. But now I'll have to wait.
Putting aside two year old machines I took out my pistols from my bag and continued to work....
The day flew by very fruitfully and at the end of it I was completely relaxed as I enjoyed fiddling with the iron. To be honest, I even thought about retraining from a solo field technician to a solo technician who mainly maintains the guns.
But this thought came into my head, and then vanished from it, as still in the field you can make better money.
And not that I am so mercantile, but money in this world need a lot, and if I want to ensure the safety of some girls ...
Yeah.
How long have I been here?
A couple of days?
I've already fallen for two beauties at once.
However, the world itself turned to me that side when I met them and just could not help but fall for them, and if one of them is very controversial in terms of romance, because according to the canon it is kind of more on the girls, but the second ...
I grinned, imagining how Panam might moan under me....
I wouldn't mind Judy's moans, though, nor would I mind their joint concert in my honour. But for that, one has to keep in touch with them and definitely have a reputation in town.
Already in the habit of some tradition I got under the shower in the evening and washed myself a little, after which I switched on the television and mindlessly switched channels.
- A shootout between Malstrom and the Animals at the intersection of thirty-third and....
- Nikola! A life full of flavour and...
- Julio, this chrome belonged to my grandfather and I can't just...
- Kiroshi Optical Cyberimplants! Kiroshi is a quality and reliable...
I switched a few more channels and instead of news or adverts I got the music channel.
- ...Fuck me on the rooftops of Knight City...
- ...Oh, I wish I had a fuck...
- And now a song by one of Russia's past singers who is still forever young, Yellow Sand!
I grinned looking at the singer dressed in a very garish costume that was an exact copy of the pop king from my past life.
With a sigh, I turned off the TV, realising that it wasn't showing anything decent anyway. I'll have to take care of the film library myself, but that will be a matter for tomorrow, and tonight I'll sleep....