Chapter 3- Home?

When I got home, or whatever this run-down bungalow was meant to be, I pushed open the door and entered, only to be presented with a red-faced angry mother who looked at me like I was about to die, she walked over and looked me up and down, and then slapped me across my face. "You reek like perfume, were you at a whorehouse!"

That pissed me off. I looked at her in a sudden rage, "You know full fucking well Mum, that I was with my girlfriend, Shara!"

"Yeah, you run around with that stupid pendejo!"

I sat down on the sofa and cried, I wouldn't let anyone else see me like this, no bastard could see me like this. My mum came up to me and put her arm around me, I was too big for her, but I tilted my head and lay on her lap anyway, there was nothing as good as a mother's love. She sighed, "Mijo, I just want you to live a good, safe life."

"I understand mum, I'll try better!" I said lying through my teeth, at least she would feel less pain knowing I tried and it wasn't her fault. 

"I know mijo, I know, I have to go to work, food is in the fridge," and with that, she was gone. 

I spent my time watching some preem ne BD's but eventually, they got boring too, boring enough that I threw my headset onto the carpeted floor and trudged out of the house. I remembered something, my mum doesn't know about it, but I've been rolling with some new mercs recently, no biggies, just small data heists and jobs. 

I was the only one in the gang without a proper vehicle so, the big bad boss, Marciol, who was fucking chromed up to the teeth, called me to get to the Cubby Hole. I mean I'm surprised that the guy's not gone Psycho yet, I know it's dangerous to roll with him, but I need the fucking Eddies, I have to move us out of this shithole and get my mum a car and maybe a bigger house. 

I hopped onto my airboard and began to make my way to the cubbyhole, basically, our little hideout, where we received jobs and planned them too, all jobs came from a handler, but I'm not allowed to know just yet. The route was dangerous to do on an airboard, just because this neighborhood was for dogs. Cyberpsychos almost every day, only the cubby-hole was safe in this place. I eventually found it, the old bunker, I picked up the airboard and walked down where I was greeted by Marciol. 

"Hey kid, what you saying?"

"Nothin, Nova, what about you?" 

"Fit as a fiddle, right as rain." 

"haha!"

"Follow me, kid, I think I might have found something your style."

I followed Marciol, nodding at other members of the merc gang, Cluecida our friendly neighborhood netrunner, James the ripper doc, Kuina our twin mantis blade-possessing demon, also married to Marciol. And finally, my girlfriend Shara, who wasn't there but at home instead. 

I went after Marciol who showed me into the underground garage next to the bunker and told me to close my eyes, he walked me over to whatever he needed to show me, and eventually said, "Open your eyes, kid!" I opened my eyes, and what I saw made my jaw drop to the floor. 

It was a Yaiba Kusanagi, CT-3x. The fastest bike in Night City, sure this one was a bit rough which sort of suggested that this wasn't acquired legally, "Got it from a dead BD maker, have it, don't show your mama though!" confirming my suspicions. 

I got on the bike and turned the engine on, each rev shook the garage, I was about to leave when Marciol held me back and said, "Once you are done riding press the red button, it compresses the bike into the size of a phone using nanotech, the very latest, got it off a dead Arasaka Corpo!" 

"Thanks Marciol! I'll be back tomorrow!"

I opened up the bike, ain't nobody killing me while I'm riding this, it does 325 mph top speed and it can sit on that comfortably for a day. The bike was quite throaty though, I wanted something a little bit more subtle, so I took it into my mum's garage and began working. The red paint job became black and midnight blue, and I added performance-boosting upgrades while managing to keep the engine silent, by adding an electrical engine, it made the bike beefier but the additional engine meant I could swap between stealth and fun!

The seat was only enough for a person, of course, that wasn't ideal so I had it extended, buying a leather seat extension from a friend of mine in the market. Soon my personalized Yaiba Kusanagi CT-3X was ready to roll, no one would say the bike was stolen, it looked completely different, and the plate was changed too.